Trapped In Between Real & Fake
....peep....
the reason why im still here,
my conscience baffled in mid air.
im always trapped in the middle of shyt ...dats not fair...
a choice between true heart, and lust...
I just won't give up what's hidin behind the bust..
in faith I trust...
im stuck ...it seems I can't get up..
I've fallen ...im weak enough,
my energy regails apon foes...
enemies...and doe's...
im done with those....
the life I chose...it means if I have to repo!...
the thoughts containin' the viles of liquid substance..
drainin in tears...to feel
I vow to remain abstinent...
til my heart tells me what's real..
...word....
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Some Things Change, and Some Shyt Stays The SAme .
HIPHOP AINT DEAD. IT STILL LIVES IN ME !
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