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One day I was down bad I felt like I lost the map I threw the bottle away I started writing on the pen & pad stashed my weed by the end of the day It’s about time I start fresh Tired broke and poor By all means this not how I wanted to score deep inside my soul I knew I had to fight the most. Dreams faded like a ghost, pockets empty, but my vision rich. Climbing from the guitar, life’s a never ending- pitch, Every setback’s is just a set up for a comeback, Fueling my fire, I’m ready, no time to relax. Hustle in my veins I’m spitting bars like a prophet,
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One day I was down bad I felt like I lost the map I threw the bottle away I started writing on the pen & pad stashed my weed by the end of the day It’s about time I start fresh Tired broke and poor By all means this not how I wanted to score deep inside my soul I knew I had to fight the most. Dreams faded like a ghost, pockets empty, but my vision rich. Climbing from the guitar, life’s a never ending- pitch, Every setback’s is just a set up for a comeback, Fueling my fire, I’m ready, no time to relax. Hustle in my veins I’m spitting bars like a prophet,
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