FREE
Breaking free?
Damn I want to do that.
But instead, I'm trapped in a hard cold place.
That ain't no life of fame.
In a world where I'm both half way in the inside and half way on the outside.
Man I met a bitch called life.
And damn she live up to her name.
I heard she got a sister called death but she aint as hard.
But shit I use to want to meet death.
But for now, Imma spread my wing as time go on.
And hopefully I can break through that hard cold place.
While I'm fucking the bitch called life.
Breaking free?
Watch me do that.
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