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That phone call


Did you ever get that phone call ,

Did you ever get that phone call that made your heart stop , 

Did you ever get that phone call when you felt like you was dieing , 

Did you ever get that phone that made you hate the world , 

Did you ever get that phone call that made you feel like you was losing your mind , 

Did you ever get that phone call where it took days to process it , 

Did you ever get that phone call that made you sick , 

Did ever get that phone call where you can’t get out of bed , 

Did you ever get that phone call where you couldn’t even cry , 

Did you ever get that phone call that made you run away , 

Did you ever get that phone that you went and put hands on people , 

Did you ever get that phone call & find out everything you worked for everything you grind for was all gone ,

I swear man it feel like I’m getting these calls back to back ,

I swear man I’m just trying add it all up , 

I’m just trying to cope with it all , 

Death after death becomes a night mirror that just won’t end , 

Sometimes I swear I close eyes n see myself running far far away from it all , 

I swear man it feel like I’m reaching out more man , 

I swear man I’m losing myself can somebody tell me what to do what myself, 

They say I’m too young to indoor so much death ☠️, 

Not gonna lie I kinda agree , 

I mean who loose family five months straight, 

Then to trun around & have to go through the fear of loosing my mother , 

Heart attack , 

What’s that , 

Why must I asked ?

Then again never question god , 

So I’m just blame myself, 

I swear I’m loosing myself, 

All I know is pain , 

Death after death feel like I’m on death row , 

This shit becoming so normal I’m scared cause I don’t know who gonna go next , 

I just wake up & pray most times I be up through the night , 

So much death ☠️ I gotta stay high , 

So much death ☠️ I gotta get my gas on me , 

So much death ☠️ I’m always in out of other states , 

So much death ☠️ always switching up my number ,

That phone call broke me , 

That phone call shook me , 

That phone call killed me , 

That phone call chatter me , 

That phone call took the rest of me , 

That phone call I can never come back from , 

I swear I live them phone calls ova n ova again day by day , 

I just get high to make it through the day & night , 

That phone call changed me !

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