If you go, you go, you don't come back.
It's like Tupac being resurrected,
returning to rap.
The door of my life is always creaked open a little.
I trust too many,
people play me like the Fiddle.
But what's the answer to this riddle?
When will it be solved?
It's like I'm the prey
and I'm in between a lion's Jaws.
I mean we all have flaws,
no one's perfect.
Society fvcking with people,
boys telling girls to "twerk it".
Is this how things are now?
Everyone wants fame.
People can't remember Nakia,
I'm No Name.
Jul 16, 2013
Jul 16, 2013 at 7:27 AM UTC
If you go, you go, you don't come back.
It's like Tupac being resurrected,
returning to rap.
The door of my life is always creaked open a little.
I trust too many,
people play me like the Fiddle.
But what's the answer to this riddle?
When will it be solved?
It's like I'm the prey
and I'm in between a lion's Jaws.
I mean we all have flaws,
no one's perfect.
Society fvcking with people,
boys telling girls to "twerk it".
Is this how things are now?
Everyone wants fame.
People can't remember Nakia,
I'm No Name.
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