Most want to circumcize their pain and throw it in song
I'm vain I subscribe to mine and claim everything I perform
My life ain't luke warm riddled with booty clappin in thongs
its tattooed to hip hop artisticly skipping on scratch beats
And Storms I lived through poverty always been an issue
Friends been holding pistols only aiming at their temples
Their love over powered them most misunderstood their mental
Cause a better life they wanted for that love hell they went through
Found God and took an exit even though suicide is sinful
Misinterpretated some proverbs but the gesture was unconditional
Their loyalty was sturdy for God and Hope i'm missing you
Cause the struggle is for peace of mind beyond a beat pad and pencil

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