I DONT TALK ABOUT MY HURT MUCH THEY SAY ATTENTION
YOU COULD PAY YA LIFE TO SOMEONE FOR THEM JUST TO BE RENTING
ONLY SOMETHING IVE WRITTEN I WILL BE VENTING
CASUE YO MY LIFE THERE IS TOO MUCH TENTION
IM STOPPING JUST LIKE FRICTION
TRYNA RUN TO WHAT THEY SAY LIFE IS BUT IM GETTING WINDED
LIFE IS DOWNHILL I TRY TO GO UP BUT I AINT LITTLE ENGINE
WATCH KNOW BOUT NO CLOTHES SCHOOL WE WAS SKIPPING
MY HEAD ALWAYS LOW MAN WE WAS SO BROKE THAT I WAS LYMPING
WHERE IM FROM 17 IS A GIFT HOW DID I EVEN GET IT
CAUSE I REMEBER THER WASNT EVEN ANY GIFTS ON A CHRISTMAS
LIFE SO DARK ITS HAS GOTTA BE WINDOWS THATS TINTED
-mickey
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I enjoyed the story telling within this piece.
Sounds like you & I are of similar upbringing.
I’d love to hear more about life, through your eyes.
Keep writing, my friend!
i really apprecite it all man.i will,i could rap probally but it means more when i just say it without a beat its deep but thx