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Face To Face


I know it's more to life than just this same old thing wake up with a headache and a lost memory I wish I could gain, look in the mirror and im not impressed in what I see .... Staring in the eyes of a nigga who is living off a dream those bag under his eyes I can tell he is not able to sleep he is constantly drowning deeper and deeper in the sea he can't even swim it's just so hard to breathe life has got him down he looks up and say God when will we finally meet.... He has a couple of bad demons that are living within him just for free and a couple of people who expectations are high towards him but it's just certain goals we are not able to meet he isn't like what he use to be but he is better than the old him well that's what the crowd sees but sometimes we miss out on the.good things about us when we are always focused on the bad.... If he could learn to let go and stop living in the past perhaps life could be better but how could we ever know when were so stuck in our past.....
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