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All these rappers they’re hurtin’

But y’all interested when they hatin’

Witt Lowry got a beef on Eminem 

That’s when you listen thinking it’s all for fame 

Lemme clean my heart hang it on the line 

Fake friendships  toxic voices in my head I’m not fine 

You make coupla dollars start balling 

You buy new wheel you start rolling 

Push away yo homies 

Not caring to make enemies 

You gotta tear that wall down 

Or you gonna be the same old story in town 

 

Yeah yeah these rappers be warning 

But y’all pay attention when the fame is growing 

They say rap makes no sense 

Yet it’s poetry I guess 

Now listen

It’s hard to convince the poor that money can’t buy happiness 

After all it’s everything that everybody is looking for fullness 

It’s hard to know what you feeling if I can’t fit in your shoe 

No I can’t put on yours I got mine too 

We all characters of the same book 

Just in different pages maybe on hook

You never know who makes it to the end first 

Appreciate your present give it your best if it’s must 

Y’all busy trying to make for a better tomorrow 

Tomorrow is never here forego your sorrow 

When you gonna live this life 

Slow down and enjoy life

Run while you still can 

Play while it’s still fun 

But remember you live fast

You die young 

  ©️Merlthepoet

  

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