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passing my soul
IP:
i think its time, for me to let go and move on.
my soul remains here but ive been long gone.
its been fun but, i lost every thing i ever needed.
family, friends emotions and cus of that ive bleeded.
inside, deep down, my heart is black and slowly decays
my soul has been murderd in the most sinister of ways.
my family has been striped from me, wut do i have left.
nuttin but to remove my vest and open fire on my chest.
i used to think god was testing me, but i lost all my patients.
i see i wasnt ment to be born, a mistake in the makin'.
maybe thats why god never used to answer my questions.
i see him talk with others while i die trying to learn my lessions.
a broken home with no effection, not a place to be raised.
expecialy if ur dad is an ass and mom has become a haze.
a puff of smoke in the past. my future hasnt been the greatest.
living in the streets, having black friends that are racisist.
gangs fights on the corners, getting beat for no reason.
ive been on hospital resperators tryin to help the breathing.
asma slows me down. but i still tend to puff and smoke.
i thought my problems were karmas test. some kind of a joke.
but im still broke, trying to set my soul free and move on.
im not seeing any possiblity, ill be dead before im gone.
ill have my soul still walkin, while im burried under the ground.
a frown on my face as my soul will still be wandering around.
looking for away to finaly rest in its eternal resting place.
but until then im lookin to pass my soul on to another face.
really didnt like this but ill change it depending on u ppls.
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im so ill that cancer thinks im its father.
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