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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