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Blinded Notes Pt. I


Who do you love Who do you trust I Givin' you all but it will never be enough You always wanted sum' more But I never have any leaving me with none Like takin' tha bullets and leavin tha gun All my life never had much You can take a look at somebody's dream but can't touch So what's it like being up and don't know what's it like ain't being in the deserted ground Where it's sweet and never tasteless In a crowd where they make it ain't fakin provoking ain't scheming but jus' plain believin' Soundin easy Believe me It Ain't but tell me what do you know bout pain Walkin' aroun without struggle or anesthetics Cuz where I'm at gotta' be ready, Fo' Tha' cops or paramedics Cuz somebody jus got killed another juvenile living with a lifetime guilt He wasn't ready Cuz when you see red the knife won't be steady, But jus red-dy, With a blood stain you can never rinse off Cuz' it's mentally scarred playing all over in your head And some of Ya'll don't have regrets Cuz' you provin' that you overcoming death Until you reach tha' dead Thinkin' that Lord would forget What you did back then Your punishment will be tha' aroun' tha' next life ahead But i pray to God I pray fo you I pray n pray fo tha' youth Even though tha' youth don't pray fo' tha' youth Cuz' what you gonna' do when tha' devil cum' fo you Cuz' I know his heartless too I pray even though I don't wear a suit I pray even though I'm not with you I pray to be rich I pray even though I lose I pray to be patient until success is due Cuz' everythin' is time and only time can tell tha' truth So I pray and hope I see you soon Fore' my life turn into news Fore' my circumstances are renewed Cuz I'm Workin to make my life good Cuz I'm Workin to make your life good To put my name in tha' books Life is short I know Life is short you know When my eyes close where do I go Eyes close what will I feel Fear more fear less It's blinded notes It's Blinded notes I prolly' guess
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