Signed, Caroline
I cry to eat
I drink to sleep
Just can't get myself to think
why
All you do is make me feel
Like all I do is slack, cheat and
lie
Here's the deal, imma keep it real
Just know that I
tried
But my blood,sweat and tears
Have been
denied
I'm more than that
So imma pick up slack
spit some flack
try to get back
What once was
mine
You see, I'm
Ms. This system just ain't justified
Ms. This party makes me feel alright inside
Ms. I rarely won so I rarely tried
I apologize
You had to figure me out
It's all good, im'ma walk it out
Show that big 'ole world what I'm really about
On this dimly-lit road, I hobble alone
With no phone, with no dime
Ms. Done with this
Signed
Caroline
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