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Flyweight
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IP:
Fragments of Life
Day one: First trimester (infant)
Laying with thousands of pillows protecting my dreams
On the soft music scene, but nothings what it seems
I kick at the seams, and a hand rubs me on the head
Someone said I'll be great, but I'd just prefer to be fed
Recieving much needed nutrients, always absorbing vitamins
Feeling so impressionable, soon to be doing what mommy did
Soon I will open my eyes and realize what's going on
When mommy lights up that bong, Ill be growing up wrong..
Second Trimester (childhood)
Toxins poison me but It seems as though I can't get enough
Seems like I can control my cravings but mommy's fucked up
Im starting to give up, my world's caving in like gold mines
People forget the potential, inside my diamond mind
They begin to cry inside, questioning my very existence
Consisting of drugs and abuse..god how I'm missing it
I wish it goodbye but my attempted suicide gets thwarted
The cord couldn't hold it, God I wish I'd just get aborted..
Final Day, Third Trimester (adulthood)
This cell entitled Earth... is enough to make any man insane
The pressure of a pulse on my skull begins to puncture my brain
Breaking free of these chains, I fight battles until victorious
My parents must have noticed, that I'm not a contortionist
I'm a grim guy, firm regarding every move that I make
But the more problems I cause, leads to more action god takes
He continues to poison me, I'm honestly a deformed fuck
And if I ever make it out of prison... I'll scorn luck.
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A light at the end of the tunnel, gives action to make
Is this a birth or a fate... Either one of them I'll take.
Life is great, but too much of a good thing brings death to bloom
It's been like this since I been on my own, and been in the womb.
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-O.G-
Only way out now...is in a box.
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