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they played the kid now im 29 i aint having that shit talk shit meet a closed fist if i dont make it with this rap its back to the bricks but both my wrist is tired of holding them grips bored of the gun golore finding truth going solar them stars lies im not the first to tell ya aligning my own path for the hella superstella bored of blood and guts you kno if you killed enough fellas diesing over 20 bags cause the street jealous the doors opened to what i wanted but thats not what i want now i prayed till i made it out did my time changed clothes gotta love life even when it rain and pours gotta meditate till the darkness glows i gotta few scars and i kno it shows ive seen too much i miss living life with a blindfold ive been beaten up shot at people wanna kill my kids idk how deep you got into it but this that cult shit they played the kid now im 29 i aint having that shit talk shit meet a clossed fist if i dont make it out with the rap its back to laying bricks but both my wrist tired of holding pistol grips its hard to get back to reality after all that shit i really like my girl maybe wanna have kids but how can i be so selfish counting all these shells bitch pull out all the skeletons like here count them battling my demons everyday and to my god im standing but its like im relearning how to be human i left earth an alien now i came back barely understand all the visions trying to remember everything from that spiritual dream maybe im crazy and its a good thing but images from that time burnt into my memory beacuse now i see the whole picture clearly its all about being a good human being it were a belong right here writing this song smoke take another hit from the bong