The boy from da decent paid fam/
my moms had to scram/
cuz pops always had a bottle in the hand/
not comin home till 2 a.m/
a fight every night/
into the early morn/
neva slept good until she was gone/
takin her 3rd born/
now my families torn, apart/
into 2 pieces like a pop tart/
u dont know how hard it is to live the life that i lived/
as a kid, i was always left alone wit nobody eva home/
i feel like i raised myself on my own/
now i'm grown and reminisin/
these are the reasons for my addiction/
I'm only inflictin pain into my self/
I admit i need a lil help/
but wuts help gonna do/
when they cant even compare to wut you been through!

dawg,,,,, shit man this coulda been the illest fosure what u got was tight but the feelin n all was their alittle longer n deeper woulda made dis tight as

nice drop, definitely needs to be extended u were goin places wit it man

The verse has a good concept but it need s to be elivated with better vocab and better shit

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Soft focus

Whats the point of living?

The voices in my head Feat. Rule

Unlikely Alias

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