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Future


I lay in bed, thinking of my future and it gets me stressful 

Will I be broke livin with my parents? or be succesful 

do I wanna be on the feild or spit these rhymes in my rap

no matter the future I choose, I'm gonna travel the map

every where I go crowds surroun me like I'm JB

my futures a question mark, it's impossible to see

i try to strive for greatness

but at this moment I'm confused. 

My life's like a time bomb, but someone cut the fuse 

I'm giving up everything for rap, I ain't got nothin els to lose

 

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Chrissrowland

I'm 15 and I like to rap I live in Delaware OH.

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