Roots

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3 months ago

Some days it’s hard to wake up and see my reflection I second guess and start to question all the unexpected Decisions that I’ve made so many still ain’t learn a lesson Neglected, aggression is tested, the anger’s manifesting I walk through life not even feeling like I’m human A mutant, reclusive, elusive, ya seeing an illusion, im used to abusive relationships, cause they continue to make me sick, I was made for this, mixing up the using with heavy boozin Haaaaaa So many days that I used to pick up the bottle, And throttle bags of dope from the straw right up my nostril, If I ran out of substance, I’d be edgy and get hostile, I became the poster child or every addicts role model Now look at me look at me look at me I deaded who I was and became what I’m meant to be It boosted my self esteem, I swear to god that I’m free, still searching to reach my dream, these nightmares come in between, of everything that I want, and everything that I see, my demons will hunt me down, and take away that I’m clean, you’ll keep looking for an answer, like why’s it gotta be me? Why can’t I be like them? I seem to always get these cheap, shots below the belt, it makes it hard for me to sleep, jjjeeesuss, Christ the kid is nice he’s got integrity, please, this is my final chance, I’m doing it for me, I don’t wanna be a statistic labeled on your TV screen, or even be considered just another casualty, Of wasted talent cause currently that’s reality, But one thing I’m never lackin is lack of personality, or formality, it’s a tragedy, you have to battle me

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3 months ago

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3 months ago

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3 months ago

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