Life’s s a test Don’t have a choice to refuse it. Everyone got knowledge But, wisdom applied If you use it. I guess I’m looking for the answer Thought I’d find it in a Cancer Felt like it was Christmas Guess I’ll call her Prancer. My own private dancer. Making moves in a Lancer. Dined and romanced her. Figured that I thrash her. Hit it from the back Now I can’t see her lashes. But she still lashing out. Had the key from the start But, I put that bitch in park. Looking for love But, my heart couldn’t see past her. Bitches been distractions Guess you can say it was a Cancer ♋️ Left to answers questions Still holding my pencil choosing to be alone Can’t see past the tissue. Truth be told There’s a hidden issue. Don’t know how to say this, But I guess I miss you. A lot of shit changed me viewpoint looking critical. Face downcast You could say that I look Pitiful Either way this shit still confusing. I’m tired of fucking losing. The psychological abuse. I refuse to keep getting bruised. Focused on the game Even if a nigga losing.