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I'm learning not to expect too much these days False promises and no conviction walk these streets Talking the talk but stumbling on the walk Thinking u float with a cynder block around your cock Your a downgraded thot Your word is not bond and I'm learning not to expect too much these days A shame we use to put words on our mothers not knowing being down for opp is a motherfucker Saying i ain't too proud to beg.... for false promises and body pounding  weights of consciousness Nauseating gin and juice tonic I'm learning not too expect too much these days Face down ass up....that's the way we've been fucked with ignorance to silence our solace when we want to raise the roof for our youth... But I'm learning not to expect too much these days Expect the unexpected they say...time is of the essence these days while your learning not to expect too much these days.
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