locked up
im locked up imprisoned in solitary confinement of my own soul
my blood so THICK running through my vains i lose control
My thoughts are paralyzed for life i shouldve thought twice .. before i i trusted because now i sit infront of this mic and i preach how i shouldve known cause life is to short to be treating this wound to be living in this room
Im locked up imprisoned in soltary confinement of my own soul im all alone i was aboandoned cocked back shot shot in the heart your now the bandit and your wanted in multiple ways but you know what my life is a maze and you found your way out and for that i give you praise but now im locked with these chains holding me back and i cant escape
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