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Some cold hearted truth


Not gonna get in my bag ,

Why get in my feelings about it ,

Who even cares anymore ,

All these shots coming  at me ,

Loud talking ,

Throwing shots ,

Sending threads ,

You can’t stop a nigga like me ,

Why be scared I gotta go some day ,

I’m go someway ,

It might be fast it might be slow ,

In the end it’s gonna happen ,

I can’t be afraid of what I know is coming ,

I can’t be hurt of the same shit ,

But I can get tried of the bullshit ,

For all y’all out their running your mouth BITCH SHUT UP ,

SHUT UP ,

YEA IM TALKING TO YOU ,

YALL HATERS ARE SO SLOW ,

ITS SADNESS ME TO KNOW YALL WANT ME TO GO AWAY ,

But something in me won’t go without a fight ,

I stand down to no one ,

I KISS NOBODY ASS ,

Not gonna get in my bag ,

Not gonna let y’all tear me down ,

Nah you not gonna get in my head ,

I believe no one ,

I trust no one ,

EVERYBODY I TRUSTED TRUNED SNAKE ,

Everybody truned into an opp ,

I never switch on nobody you just showed me who you where & I move according,

Till this day I haven’t spoke on a lot of shit ,

That shit prolly gonna heal me ,

But I choose to stuffer with it ,

I’m choosing my own pain ,

I’m no longer gonna let y’all get me out of character,

I had enough going down to yall level ,

I hurt my own damn kids in the end ,

Because of what ,

I went through with my children,

& my self as a child ,

I thought me beING out the picture was best ,

Truth is worst mistake ,

I hate myself everyday for my choices ,

I wish I was a better person ,

I don’t write my story to make myself sound good ,

I wrote for me ,

One day my children would read this and maybe understand my path ,

I’m trying to be example of what not to be ,

I’m not scared to admit my wrong ,

I’m not ashamed to say I didn’t do everything right ,

I was young & I didn’t want my children to go through it with me so I gave them away I thought I was smart ,

I wasn’t it was dumb Asf ,

But it’s nothing I can do about that choice now ,

I felt like because I didn’t have my oldest ones I didn’t deserve my younger ones ?

So I just gave up that’s the truth ,

N I have to live with it I know ,

Not gonna get in my bag ….

 

 

 

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