These Thoughts

June 11, 2010
By ryanmac GOLD, Billerica, Massachusetts
ryanmac GOLD, Billerica, Massachusetts
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Favorite Quote:
Till the roof comes off, till the lights go out
Till my legs give out, cant shut my mouth.
Till the smoke clears out and my high burn out
Ima rip this shit till my bone collapse.


“These Thoughts”


Every ones always on my back,
And I can’t take it no more.
So I’ll write in this track,
How it kills me to the core.
I’ve bumped heads so much,
I swear my head is soar.
I try to find a way to rise,
Cause I hate living poor.
But these problems don’t fix,
They just pile up more.
So it makes me want,
To just hit the floor.
Cause I say I’ll get through,
But I’m just not sure.
Cause I don’t know who,
I’m trying to fight for.
Maybe I should give up,
Cause I just can’t take it.
I’m sick of trying to impress,
I’m sick of trying to fake it.
Maybe if I’m lucky,
One day I’ll make it.
Till that time,
I’ll take my brain and bake it.
I just need to find a way,
To make it through the day.
Before my heart turns grey,
Before I sway,
And decide to slay,
To get the pay,
I wish for everyday.
But I gotta stay,
True every day,
But it’s getting harder and harder,
To keep these thoughts at bay.


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Gonna be a song tell me what you think so far

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