Cursed Seimen-

- trapped in a lifestyle i didnt wanna be in
- been marked since birth cuz imma product of cursed seimen
- alchoholic thoughts mixed with emotions fuled by drugs
- all a young thug ever wanted was to be shown some love
- sometimes i feel like i cant handle this life
- thrown in with no knowledge and expected to survive
- but i try and i fail and i keep fightin, tryin again
- i learned stop feelin bad, no more nights cryin within
- i got some friends... but i wonder if they like me or smite me
- or just stick me in my back first chance they get to fight me
- paranoid thoughts always thinkin people out to get me
- thinkin bout my past and wonder why the love just missed me
- its got my attitude shitty wishin i was still a kid
- but im livin in the city trynna make it with this music bid
- sometimes i feel like maybe i shouldnt even be here
- i wonder if all the smoke made my thoughts so fukkin un-clear
- Im Cursed -
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imma product of cursed seiman
my father showed me no love
my mother stoned on drugs
thats why they call me a thug

imma product of cursed seiman
my father showed me no love
my mother stoned on drugs
thats why they call me a thug
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- i feel trapped always thinkin bout my past and what i had
- cant tell now if i was more happy then or sad
- all i can tell is that im gowing through my drama again and stressin
- i thought it was done but i guess i was just guessin
- it comes back hard like pikkin up old bad habits
- are all these problems happening because im such a drug addict?
- i cant put the weed pipe down, feenin for a hit
- and the shits controlin me right now, my knees hit ground
- being alone for so long now has made me bitter
- i hate my mother so much sometimes i wish i could hit her
- and fukk my dad he never knew what he had with me
- too busy drinkin and poppin pills to be glad for me
- beafin me over stupid sh!t like 'why aint you clean your room'
- 'how you know what room is mine? here have some more beer to consume'
- thoughts like "God why dont they give a fukk about me"
- never there for sports, moral support, why they doubt me?
- Im Cursed -
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imma product of cursed seiman
my father showed me no love
my mother stoned on drugs
thats why they call me a thug

imma product of cursed seiman
my father showed me no love
my mother stoned on drugs
thats why they call me a thug
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- thinkin bout my past and my first love, missin her much
- missin her touch but there was so much that was fukked up
- we fight every day like there was nothin to do better
- but no matter what happened we'd always end up back together
- she get violent, its kinda funny she be reachin for my neck
- i never hit her back though, just laugh and keep my self in check
- i dont like this but pain is a part of moving on
- i try to fight this but my brain can't go on for long
- im singin sad songs trippin on what we used to have
- the things i did wrong wishin i could go back and fix the bad
- but cursed seimen makes it hard for me to live a normal life
- one bad trip after another will i ever have a normal wife?
- but like lynch said dogg... you loose a hoe gain a hoe
- but this next b!tch i get, will she trip? I dont know
- so i stay low maintaine solo to keep my brain sane
- im tellin ya mayn, lifes a trip when ya cursed seimen in the game
- Im Cursed -

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doin the best i can
given to me what i got
twisted up pot
hopin this hip hop wont stop
i'll drop to my knees
and beg the lord please

change the chorus and its not that bad


But the chorus needs work

10ne

fa sho thanks dogg...

holla back... any more opinions?!