Gudience? We have none.
The world is still cold when its over a 100 degrees hot,
feels like no one cares about...
you
and whatever you're going through
i hope it soon gets better
the world don't revolve around you but around cheddar
we kill our own
fakes think they got they own throne
you would swear we're genetically connected to bats
cause people don't see nothing, ain't lecturing, just stating facts
but the world has to end some way
and im just waiting for the day
not sure where i'll be headed but i repented and asked for forgiveness and tried to live right
getting on my knees and praying every night
i hope i go up, coolin with my everything
my Heavenly Father, my King
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