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My mind rolls.
My heart rocks.
My money folds.
My love stops.
They mock me however they can.
& it hurts but they don’t understand.
Its my future im trynna kill.
Its my past tho im trynna heal.
See my present man im trynna feel.
Everything goes blank.
I rarely smoke & I try not to drank.
I talked to my dukes knowing she wrong.
I got my dims on driving thru thu fog.
I feel so alone.
Like everybody I love is dead & gone.
Or is it me?
Man I gave up my eyes so they can see.
I live thu situation.
I destroy thu special occasion.
Forgetting about thu basics.
Man I try I honestly do.
But when im so close to winning I lose.
Iont have thu heart to tell them im dieing.
Cuz it would kill me faster to hear them crying.
I keep my feet on thu ground.
Knowing if I look up im really falling down.
This isn’t for you to know.
Cuz if you did you would let me go.
I try to be polite.
But im trained to dodge & fight.
From thu north living in thu south.
Embarrassed bout thu accent coming out my mouth.
Hunting for an in living in an out.
In my own lane.
Poor in my own fame.
Everybody agreed that.
The old Tiana needs to come back.
Man im still me that’s not a fact.
Different in my metamorphosis.
This life is an ocean im only one fish.
Hating my loved ones while they trynna gimmie a kiss.
I give em a diss.
In thu mall with a grocery list.
Thu wrong place at thu right time.
Thu hero accused of thu crime.
Blamed for my talent & my flaws.
My heart was open now around it stand walls.
I hear thu chorus of my heart sing.
I watch as my life changes quick asa blink.
When you look at me you’d never think.
That thu unfortunate events that I’ve lived thru made me.
I used to fit in now I stand out.
Used to be lost now Im found.
Scared of change but I gotta dollar bill.
Living to watch myself be killed.
Desolate im isolated.
Success doesn’t mean you made-it.
Lights bright in my sight.
Like covering your eyes in thu night.
I am a hero expired.
My influences used to keep me inspired.
My own boss that got my *** fired.
I wanna talk , I want people to listen.
But when I talk thu truth is always missin.
Empty handed when I leave.
Cause I store every trick up my sleeve.
I make it even against the statistics.
I brake it then I fix-it.
Friends telling me to get high.
Enemies telling me bye.
Im telling my self fly.
Do I have shelter.
The wicked witch of the west what will really melt her.
Even in my own home.
I feel like im playing a movie roll.
Solo part damn im so alone.
They talk to me trynna convince.
Iont listen now they trynna push me off thu fence.
I aint shallow im just dense.
Im 2 years from greatness.
Lemme aim god I canit miss.
Say goodnight & gimmie my long kiss.





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