born alone die alone
some nights i cry alone
liberated thru poem
this world is not my home
feelin' in the zone
my thoughts start to roam
think about the time i wasted
and all the ones that's gone
...hard to move on
...hard to think straight
rent's comin' up
feelin' like i need a break
9 to 5 shifts is wearin' me down
come home...this b*tch is wearin' me out
running her mouth
at times, i'm like ph*k u
hop in da whip and bounce
throw on some Chuck Black sh*t and burn da hell out
but i don't think u understand what i'm talkin' about
when the...whispers in ur head turn into shouts
this is everyday sh*t
ph*k the gay sh*t
i'm 'bout 2 lay slick
pop a 40
try to escape it...
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