Trapped

90 Plays

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10 Jan 2022

when you look into my eyes, tell me can you see my soul started as a youngen, I was dumb'n guess,I l lost control Now I'm sleepin in the cold, dreamin of a better life Stay awake most the nights, cuz I ain't ate a bite so many snakes, that's all I ever see in sight money's all it takes, for friends to slither in, from left & right when it's time to fight, they taken flight, their true colors shown A thousand people in a room and still I'm feeling all alone My future that I had is locked inside my former home & there's no going back plus I'm addicted to the streets I roam no phone, but I'm grown, I been on my own, forever and the music's therapeutic, so I do it, to feel better I'm too clever, but they never, wanna give me any credit I ain't saying shit, if I can't admit, I'm the one who said it tryin not to sweat it, but indeted, to the misery a mystery, how enemies conceive, once you mention me (DEAR GOD, I HATE MY LIFE & YOU CAN HAVE IT BACK I JUST WANNA GO AND GET SO HIGH, I DON'T KNOW HOW TO ACT ALL I DO IS STRUGGLE, COLD HARD FACT CUZ EVERYDAY I GOTTA HUSTLE AND IM FEELIN TRAPPED I can still remember days, of havin hope and chasin dreams long before I started chasin dope, and money makin schemes Trust me when I tell you nothing's ever what it seems when I close my eyes at night, it's like, I still can hear the screams I'm accepted, by the feinds, but rejected by the public I'm a bum, who's got a silver tongue, and all the woman love it A low life, and I can't seem to rise above it so take your jewelry and your cars, and you know where to shove it They watch me plummet, slowly losing everything I got All my homies, phoney, even though they lie and say they're not it should be, me, not my little cousin gettin shot and when I see who did it swear to God I'll kill'em on the spot 40 Glock, down to pop, hangin on my side seems like all these gangstas, only gangstas till it's time to ride I'm soul searchin, it ain't workin, probably due to pride Demons lurkin, call it curtains, flirtin with my suicide DEAR GOD, I HATE MY LIFE & YOU CAN HAVE IT BACK I JUST WANNA GO AND GET SO HIGH I DONT KNOW HOW TO ACT ALL I DO IS STRUGGLE, COLD HARD FACT CUZ EVERYDAY I GOTTA HUSTLE AND IM FEELIN TRAPPED #SYLA #SupportYourLocalArtist #Fre3spir1t

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