wat chu cant see
ONE MORE TIME,
A LOT SEEMS TO BE ON MY MIND,
HOW I GRIND EVERYDAY,
TO STABLE MY MENTALITY,
LIVIN TO WRECKLESS,
DRIVIN BLIND, ONNA CITY STREET.
MY ATTITUDE, IS SEEN THRU THE EYES OF OTHERS,
LYFE LEAVES ME RAGED, BETTA DUCK AN COVER.
HARD TO HIDE A BOMB WHEN ITS BOUT TO BLOW.
HOW DO U KEEP THE SOUND TICKIN ON THE LOW.
THEY HEAR ONLY, WAT CHU DON’T WANT EM TO,
UR EYES MAKE SOUNDS, SO THEY DON’T LOOK AT CHU.
MY PRESSENCE IS PERCETABLE . SO EVERY ACTION IS SEEN.
KINDA HARD TO WALK RIGHT, WITH OUT A SPLEAN.
Y DOES MY FACE SMILE, AN MY HEART SEARCHES FOR PEACE,
FAKE PERSONA ON THE OUTSIDE, LEAVE MY ORA MEAN.
MY EYES ARE A GATEWAY TO MY SOUL. CAGE IN MY HEART,
ARE MY STORIES UNTOLD…
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