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I am......Relentless


Concussive syndrome cause one too many times i been domed
 
But if i can't get out there its more than down and out
That 1 hour a week the one time i dont wanna put a gun in my mouth
 
BUT YALL THOUGHT I WAS FINISHED?
LIKE THIS A freaking SCRIMMAGE?
You just dont  get it
This is  it
 
Chase your  dreams
Dont let the world make you gleam
 
Sick if being heavy hearted every single day
Over all the choices ive made and the girls that wouldnt stay
 
Well girl thats singular im still messd up about her in every moment
So to distract myself i chase these dreams  i want it
 
Lately yall been hitting me with "the way you chase your dreams is so inspiring....
Yall dont realize how much i need that cause on the inside ive been dying
 
Yall know how damaged i am
But still call me inspiring that just feeds my hunger and famished fam
 
So i pour my heart and soul into this
This so called ignorant dream of mine
But dont forget ignorance is bliss
ill never quit chasing I'm Relentless
 
i dont wanna do what everyone else did
Accidentally settle down have kids
spend the rest of my life restless
because instead my dream is still relentless
Give up my dreams for financial security
Live the rest my life in obscurity 
And damn right im angry
Angry at the world
Angry at these girls
More than anything angry at myself
Cause for too long ive been too proud to ask for help
Well dammit im struggling im fumbling and im crumbling
But then i sit and realize im only twenty one.
Why am i in a hurry to find that one
That one thing or that woman
That attitude has had me doomin
And yeah ive been gloomin
 
Focus on yourselves, 
You havent been here long enough to tell
Where your headed
But its something great i bet it
 
My problems Im sick of running from 
Im determined now can you feel the thunder coming
 
Id like to feel understood 
Like when she used to give me that look i miss feeling that good
 
And in the back of my mind i weep 
Because these emotions creep
And the price of success is steep
 
And idk if i can pay it 
I mean am i okay with it
 
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