i'm faced with a battle to strong for me,
forced to come out the victor,
my mind ain't weak,
but that nigga got knives,
my mind ain't sick,
so why should i sacrifice my life?
they said it takes a stronger man to turn and walk away,
where i live,
with that choice, i wouldn't even survive a day.

PITIFUL.

the strong gun down the weak, a war path where mothers tears are all cried up and childrens misery becomes a language too painful for your ears to hear.
when i sleep my mind won't let me rest,
when i'm awake, my enemies toture me with the tests.

my enviroment is kaos.
my people are corrupt.
my pupils turn turn white,
so much is lost.
i'm damned if i do, damned if i don't .
so let me float, it'll cuts all costs.

picture this scene-
the gun is on your temple,
my finger pulls the trigger,
your blood the colour of passion painted on my wall,
but if i killed you,
only one enemy be dead,
millions more waiting,
you know the pain never ends.

the cyle will never be broken,
i attempted to speak the truth,
but im scared,
so the truth will never be spoken.

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