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all i have


all i ever wanted was someone hear me 

all i wanted was someone feel me understand me 

someone show me ropes but guess not raps been there through all

all friends i lost freestyle all i know now i write lines and ryhme lines 

shits getting crystal clear rap was made for me im living

be greatest took break from that mic but its calling my name once more.

all i want someone get his play my song help someone get through this pain 

see my family battel the adiction pills taken more than 1 life from me

the pills took my dad. working a job and rapping been working at rap for years

i bleed rap its all i got. i raptoo  hidden all this pain. 

smoking weed evryday poping pills guess im no different 

from past guess im a used up drug addict too right.

but wait let me explain

i started doing drugs keep my life going devil had grip of my soul 

almost like i was running hell with him

just wanted end it all so many times same tjing everyday guess my life is on repeat

every sleepless night driving me cray want the pain too just go away

dnt come back 

depression always trying hit back gotta keep fighting swing and keep boxing 

depression knocked me to ground couple times almost took my life away

thank god im still breathing too day

but i ask him everyday why bring all this pain on my shoulders

still struggling so many days with no food in my house tired being broke 

having sell drugs make ends meet so many ppl judge like see u walk 

in my shoes.

no one last 5 mins in my shoes got big feet fill got family take care off aint got time for sleep

let my mom sleep she gotta be up at 3am for work and im out running streets every night

this life isnt cool if youre in too be cool youre a fool i see right throw these 

fake gangsters trying be all big and bad that shit weak i hate walking out my house not

knowing is this last time my family gonna see me

is today the day that bullet gets put in my head 

evryday another struggle just wish my mom had the best life sorry i wasnt 

the son you wanted now you got stuck with me sorry about that 

i know shit wasnt easy been homless and all around shitty lives but this rap got me only

way ill make it out this life in the sreets they say only way out is by blood 

im not dying not today not anytime soon. got community service  helping at soup kitchen seeing all these ppl battel these

drugs all alone see family turn on them see my life through them havent gave in yet

stay away for as long as u can street life gang life ust say no

 

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