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Trapped in a Circle

Trapped in a Circle

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4 months ago

Seem like I’m trapped in a circle Held captive by this thing we call love And overcomed with fear of dying alone in this wicked world The pressure keep mounting the ones I need turned adversaries Pour out some remy for me the day you see me getting buried Until then u can catch me headed in a new direction Hoping the opps don’t catch me slipping with a Tec ejection And just breathing is hell because I know I could be better Qv Knowing tommorow could be my day and I ain’t goin live forever No tears to shed the fake love its tunnel vision And I rather see a casket then make another bad decision Percocet and Xanax bars I’m daily in wars and plus the high I’m getting no longer covering all the scars My home a battlefield and it’s sposed to be my place of peace Just seen my homie of 20 years and we ain’t even speak Past traumas from past drama it generates the beef I rather have peace but it seem so far up out reach They think I’m competition so I keep ammunition At least 100 shots so they know what I’m bout screaming up heaven sprndin 100s with the Reverend reinvesting in myself because i aint got nobody else my closest in perfect peace but still i feel selfish rather have her here with me but that shit wasnt meant to be

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4 months ago

Bars: Perfect 💯 Delivery: Perfect 💯 Impression: Perfect 💯

Bars: Perfect 💯 Delivery: Perfect 💯 Impression: Perfect 💯

Bars: Perfect 💯 Delivery: Perfect 💯 Impression: Perfect 💯

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