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Where To Begin #Allreallop Man I don’t know where to begin That kid with a cold stare That don’t grin... Dreams shatter when you’ree hero be flying high, But then he die in the end... Try, fail, then you trying again, But some of this shit you can’t mend... They say watch your enemies Till u forget to keep an eye on your friends... Hard today to live raw and keep it real Cause y’all’s fakeness is in higher demand The world lied to me man, I see through y’all’s selfish ass intentions Who you trying to convince? I’ve spent my life on the fence, just couldn’t decide or commit I don’t know if I wanna pull out my weapon Kick In the door to your crib and then take all your shit, For all the times I really needed help And nobody gave a shit or even tried to assist... What should I be the better person? After countless attempts? Forgive my closest when they burnt me, Or when they’d doubt and project? I ain’t trying to make excuses I stand behind my actions, and accept what I revive as a directed effect... But yea I’m a little upset... because seems like all the motherfuckers That wanna hurt me Same ones all along I was just trying to protect... I’ll never pretended I’m trippin reminiscing back on how i began A dreaming little kid with big plans But Held back coming up in the land of the dammed... Growing up I learned to withstand Any storms that were placed in my path... Many rainy Days were sad, but living in the mitts of disaster Always made me thankful For the shit that i had... Through Hard times my best friends Were a pen and a pad, I’d lock my emotions in a notebook Close it up and hope I’d never have to feel em again... Yea from an outward perspective I keep it cool as a fan But no one knows what another Goes through in their own dome I got my own battles Losing fight, Vietnam... I Calculate my moves on a whim, So call me a rebel to plan... We broke the rules gave birth to sin And God gave the Devil to man... Just another bastard kid missing out on lessons Of how to be a man from his dad.. I was 15 when she got pregnant I wondered if I would kno the lessons to give him back then And I still stress if I can... How could we use and portray rap tracks as actual, factual, and practical messages Like Eminem did with Stan? I hope the way I arrange my lyrics on this pad will be a deterrent from making the same mistakes I have and instead encourage learning to help protect my kids against them... Pensive... approach with apprehension, because most friends are phony, pretend.... My whole fucking life I’ve felt alone... I guess My intentions come off offensive cause I don’t coat the shit with fiction, ain’t no censoring them... I don’t even know where to begin, so much stress I struggle through life’s lessons Nothing you can do but attend... We’re all products of how we sketch up our reflections It’s up to you to depict in the end the type of dude that you would commend... You gotta know the ends and outs before you get in... There ain’t no telling how our story will end... I never disguise or pretend soak up the rain from the storms when it’s on so I can blossom and flourish from them Stand strong and we can endure the torment If u look you can find the glory in pain I just really don’t where, where to begin...

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6 months ago

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7 months ago

Where To Begin #Allreallop Man I don’t know where to begin That kid with a cold stare That don’t grin... Dreams shatter when you’ree hero be flying high, But then he die in the end... Try, fail, then you trying again, But some of this shit you can’t mend... They say watch your enemies Till u forget to keep an eye on your friends... Hard today to live raw and keep it real Cause y’all’s fakeness is in higher demand The world lied to me man, I see through y’all’s selfish ass intentions Who you trying to convince? I’ve spent my life on the fence, just couldn’t decide or commit I don’t know if I wanna pull out my weapon Kick In the door to your crib and then take all your shit, For all the times I really needed help And nobody gave a shit or even tried to assist... What should I be the better person? After countless attempts? Forgive my closest when they burnt me, Or when they’d doubt and project? I ain’t trying to make excuses I stand behind my actions, and accept what I revive as a directed effect... But yea I’m a little upset... because seems like all the motherfuckers That wanna hurt me Same ones all along I was just trying to protect... I’ll never pretended I’m trippin reminiscing back on how i began A dreaming little kid with big plans But Held back coming up in the land of the dammed... Growing up I learned to withstand Any storms that were placed in my path... Many rainy Days were sad, but living in the mitts of disaster Always made me thankful For the shit that i had... Through Hard times my best friends Were a pen and a pad, I’d lock my emotions in a notebook Close it up and hope I’d never have to feel em again... Yea from an outward perspective I keep it cool as a fan But no one knows what another Goes through in their own dome I got my own battles Losing fight, Vietnam... I Calculate my moves on a whim, So call me a rebel to plan... We broke the rules gave birth to sin And God gave the Devil to man... Just another bastard kid missing out on lessons Of how to be a man from his dad.. I was 15 when she got pregnant I wondered if I would kno the lessons to give him back then And I still stress if I can... How could we use and portray rap tracks as actual, factual, and practical messages Like Eminem did with Stan? I hope the way I arrange my lyrics on this pad will be a deterrent from making the same mistakes I have and instead encourage learning to help protect my kids against them... Pensive... approach with apprehension, because most friends are phony, pretend.... My whole fucking life I’ve felt alone... I guess My intentions come off offensive cause I don’t coat the shit with fiction, ain’t no censoring them... I don’t even know where to begin, so much stress I struggle through life’s lessons Nothing you can do but attend... We’re all products of how we sketch up our reflections It’s up to you to depict in the end the type of dude that you would commend... You gotta know the ends and outs before you get in... There ain’t no telling how our story will end... I never disguise or pretend soak up the rain from the storms when it’s on so I can blossom and flourish from them Stand strong and we can endure the torment If u look you can find the glory in pain I just really don’t where, where to begin...

7 months ago

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