The Past
Back in the day when i was living in a haze, mama had a child, she been missin for some days. Often heard of a father but he was never there when i hollered through the hurt and the pain i found my happiness in rain. No need for an umbrella cause i never felt like cinderella. When asked am i ready? i say HELL YEAH rock steady, cause im unstoppable, like problems to life, mopable. I wiped them away now im here to stay, been through whatever now im doing big and better. See i been played like monopoly, judged like the mini me's, everywhere i go i always stay true to me. You can say what you wanna but believe imma come up, on top, through life, so watch from my eyes!
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