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New to RV
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Topic: Poverty
My life completely miserable, life full of depression…
No such thing as succession, why my life, full of aggression…
I own two things, my soul, and my lyrics to show expression..
I couldn’t even afford school which gives free English lessons..
It’s sad, unlike many, “Family“ to me there’s no definition..
My only family, was food, my gun, and with extra ammunition..
Listen, my life was different, just look at where I’m positioned..
Because of poverty, I couldn’t reach my dream, a rap musician..
I only had one proposition, it was starve, or a street pharmacist..
Where I got jumped twenty times, and took the hardest hits..
I’ve went through the hardest shit, my friends killed beside me..
Blood shedding down their chest, telling moms their kids dying..
I call 9-1-1 for help, but only came after a couple hours..
And only a couple minutes, here comes more bullet showers..
Everyday my biggest worry was to survive through one night..
Where every single day, on my front yard there’s a gun fight..
All I say is fuck life, where there’s no such thing as beautiful..
Where death’s usual, it’s a ritual to see ur best friends in funerals..
My life isn’t the best, but I no it ain’t the worst, so honestly.
Im lucky to live my life unlike this kid “Bob” livin life in poverty..
Blah, Just keyed it up, I only wrote a few cuz I saw this kid write a few lines, G’d luck, N plz vote.. Oh yeah, I’ll vote in 2 battles wen there are two other battles lol!!
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