His life will change when you let go

If you free his chains he always gon' have some shit to say, always gon' have money to pay, always gon' have the bones to break.

 

Always gon' have the bones to break.

No one has fuckin' time to waste but he’ll make it a fuckin' race cause if he don't he don't know when his mind will push the fuckin' brakes his body doesn't feel the same his mind will push the fuckin' brakes and give up for his own damn sake its gettin' tough to see his face his inner child can't feel the rain the mirror's flippin' through his case, defending niggas with no base is really hard 'cause if he falls he’s got no space to land on. But not by chance…

 

He’ll find himself some brand new feet to stand on.

This poem is about: 
Me

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