everyday is like wakeing up in anotha war
is like the world I used to know is now gettin very far
some niggaz want me down and others support me
all this fights came without nobody warning me
spend my day in a frustrating feeling
this is a big wound that doesnt have a healing
fuck it if I cant win all of my fights
its enough for me trying to get sleep at nights
having to fake a smile so my homies dont worry
All I have are this rhymes that help me taste a lil bit of glory
when someone is around I have to act like a soldier
but when nobody is around I already lose my composure
I jus have to wait until this madness is gone
I still have enough strength to get the job done
cant take this away, cant wash this blood stains
sometimes I feel like I jus have to blow my brains
but thats only for cowards who want the easy way out
I must fight until the end cause there aint no quick route

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