Forever Poetry
I always used to dream that they callin' me the greatess
I ain't the one to paperchase for money cause it's dangerous
I got bars within my soul and I'm surprised I really made it
True thuggin' in my bones; Rest in peace to those ain't make it
Why the world be filled with hatred, how the world so cold
I used to sit up and wonder when my dad would come home
Had my momma told me no, so I tried to make it on my own
Tried to pave my own way, but it left me in the cold
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