Shivers Down My Spin. LVL II

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Battling the shadows, but I'm armed with my light, Every struggle faced, turns the wrong to right, So I toke and rise, in this lyrical fight, Soulful in my essence, taking off in the night. The Rat Race. My paper chase is like a never-ending race, But really, it's just a facade I embrace, Playing pretend in this game of make believe, Hustling for wealth that's so hard to achieve, Yet still, I persist, caught in a pretentious weave. Verse 2: The rat race I run, thinking I've already won, But deep down, I know it's all just for fun, Chasing after dreams that feel so far away, Living in a world where reality starts to sway, Hoping one day, I'll see the light of day. Verse 3: Working overtime, trying to climb, Up the ladder of success in the nick of time, But in this game of make-believe, I'm just a pawn, Caught in a cycle that seems never to be gone, Living a lie while pretending to be drawn. Verse 4: Wearing a mask, hiding behind a façade, Playing a game where the odds are all muddled, But still, I hustle, trying to make my mark, In a world where success seems so stark, Yet I continue to play, trapped in the dark. Verse 5: So here's to the hustlers, the dreamers, the fakers, Caught in a game of make-believe with no breakers, We chase our paper, our illusions, our lies, Thinking we're winning when in truth, we're just spies, In a world where pretentiousness never dies. I woke up in the morning, same thoughts in my head, Lost everything I held, now I'm feelin' misled. Used to chase dreams, now I’m chasin' the pain, Groundhog day within, stuck in a mental chain. Shivers down my spine, echoes of my regret, Every step I take, feels like a loaded threat. Life’s a twisted game, and I’m playin’ for keeps, Drowning in the silence, while the whole world sleeps. Concrete jungle shadows, lurkin' in the mist, Every corner turned, feels like a punch on the fist. Faded photographs, memories start to blur, Tryna find the light, but all I sense is a stir. Heart heavy like a stone, trapped in this grind, Voices in my head, always messin' with my mind. Fightin' through the chaos, but the storm won’t pass, Shivers down my spine, feelin' stuck in the glass.

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Jaa Mee

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7 months ago

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7 months ago

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2 months ago

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