Crazy Tale
It's crazy how the people who killed my mama home free
All you did was take something now they trying to make you bleed
This ain't right
It done been some years I think you done payed the price
My brother told me I got to be successful yea it's up to me
I feel like if I don't be nothing it make my mama look weak
But we know the truth she the one who made Sleaz
My grandma told me when I start something I got to finish it
Well I started this writting so let me finish it
Might be the best that every did it
Asking am I afraid to lose no I'm afraid win
There go them fake friends and family coming again and again
Not saying that I'm God but turning your back on me is like committing a sin
Been through the rain and the storms but it is what it is
Trying my best to show i'm built for this
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