Not Right
Everyone rap about how to not start a fight you can't finish
but what fight did i start ?
by looking at you unintended
as of something privy
im done with the arguments over something im blank minded about
im not the type of person to shout out about
something so carelessly continuing to happen
its nomore crying at night , wondering what i did
niggas asking me why im so fucking sensitive
when i tranfered to a smaller private christian school
i learned to forgive my enemies despite what they've done to you
preacher once preached
if someone tells you they dont like you
dont sit there and question them and ask why
just know they have something they need to deal with deep inside them
their inecurities
they need to work out
Two years later, those same group of girls see me again
they still the same nothing change
i really dont even never knew they name
just fake beef started from the hate from which i may have intimidated them
some how
by them realizing i grew up and didn't let them affect me at all or my future
made them hate me even more
and i told them
10 years from now you going to be working for me
scrubbing floors , and maybe unemployed
god dont like ugly
and miserble enjoys company
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