Yo all i can do is sit back and wait fo dis shit to happen,
so i pick up a pen and relax while i start rappin,
as i feel the dispare inside me grow,
like a fern drowning in water beggin to let go,
i say to myself count to ten and breath slow,
and chill out and dont expload,
keep it within so nobody will know,
do your thing on RV wit poetry and a dope flow,
Cause "heartfelt pain" dosent describe the words im tryina say,
ima stain on a dirty rug in every way,
and im afraid ill be lyin alone under a tombstone any day,
cause as these feelings inside arise,
from deaths eye's,
and those terrous cry's,
and the Devils lies,
and happyness's goodby's,
cause my life is the only thing i dont think i can handle,
while my life falls off the shelf like an uncented candle.
Disaster..............

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