Pain

August 21, 2013

Shit hurt ibuprofen can't heal the pain

Love is a gamble and I ain't play the game

Tryin stay afloat but we still on the slave ship

The waters crazy man better not lose your grip

Taking the power back we raging against the machine

Lyrically inclined I'm only nineteen

They say hard work pay offs

We been grinding our whole life but we never madoff

We still shooting trying to get our j's off

But we can't all be ballers we quit school tryin to be shotcallers

but hey anything to get the dollars

Cuz dead presidents make the world go round

And I got rozay pockets and I'm home bound

I ain't sleeping but my eyes closed now

These dreams helping me write these flows now

Curtains falling but I ain't bow down

This ain't basketball I never fade away

This won't be over till i make god pray

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