Cutting ties (Look Alive)

Thu, 04/05/2018 - 12:17 -- Cyaboi

I feel alive
Niggas wishing that I died
I recall being back up on the lines
Now I'm out cutting ties
Cutting ties
Realest truth, always mention, I'd advise
Table tension while you waiting on a sign
over wines
aayee
I'm the man, yea I said it
We got plans, one of us should just forget it
how you stand, scoping niggas like the winner?
Aint your mans and this been my coldest winter
Now I'm sonning niggas
the hottest like a solar flare
see em sneaking from the side, unaffected by a glare
throwing shade, and I pray you're aware
And I don't, under, stand it, how you, listen, but you still be
confusing what I'm saying for perusing for reaction
Write to music, but debating on including other factors
Like your girl, turn up missing, where she been at? You should ask her
Swear I make her voice mail, get a call morning after
I took it too deep
knowing me, I ain't expect, any less now
I'm aim for a head, go ahead put the vest down
Came up and read, but instead you a let down
they're circle see, don't contest, I'm the best round
And now I feel alive
Niggas wishing that I died
I recall being back up on the lines
Now I'm out cutting ties
Realest truth, always mention, I'd advise
Table tension while you waiting on a sign
over wines
uh
uh, what's this all about man?
Swore that you could see me but I'm really just a stunt man
Take a step down fam
Riding in an ambulance
When I pull through everybody getting moved out the way man
I'm not the same guy
You see I really had to test coz the stakes are so high
They only real for a sec, then go fake in no time
But I'm still cut a check, so with stabs I won't die
and now here's so much disrespect but I recollect how
you found wisdom in the words but I'm going dumb now
and I know lately all you've heard is the very same sound
It's my successes and your failure that make a clash loud
And I promise you gone hear it for a while
telling you to tone it down
like the 30 on my jersey I'm a golden boy in town
I'm the greatest take a bow
all these phony boys around
no Pinocchios with crowns
Toy soldiers, stand down
I feel alive
Niggas wishing that I died
I recall being back up on the lines
Now I'm out cutting ties
Cutting ties
Realest truth, always mention, I'd advise
Table tension while you waiting on a sign
over wines
And there ain't no other side
Man you should've kept in stride
oh well, could've stayed how we were and I tried
It ain't no concern of mine
if they eat or if they die
Hindsight is 20/20 but with some I just went blind

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Cyaboi

Not a poem but a rap (the reason for the bad grammar and spelling)

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