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Push On

June 13, 2015
By CriggaDaMIxture BRONZE, Broken Arrow, Oklahoma
CriggaDaMIxture BRONZE, Broken Arrow, Oklahoma
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Verse 1:
Why is my head full of Devastation?
Yesterday I read revelations
I already feel dead
So god won’t have to take me with the rest of the population
I’ve been misled by Satan
He’s been in my mind
Since I was nine
Before then everything was fine
But as time passes
You start to realize you can find snakes in the grasses
You don’t even need your assigned glasses
I committed a lot of crimes
It was madness
But behind the mask there was sadness
It’s hard to climb out the blackness
Especially when I’m blind and pathless
Maybe cause my mom’s drug practice
Combined with my father’s absence
Made me crazy
Lately I feel like I’m in a trench
And I can’t get out
I’m not getting pinched
I’m getting hits from Pacquiao
I should be down on the ground by now
But nothing’s going to stop me
I’m on the comeback like rocky
C’mon nigga Watch me
Chorus:
I got the eye of the tiger
The eye of a writer
The life of a fighter
I write to inspire
It was the way I was wired
Even though every day I’m tired
I got to push on x2
Verse 2:
I’m fighting random sources
Who are coming at lightning  speeds
With cannons and rare breeds of horses
They can stampede my forces
And Will proceed until were all corpses
In short this is my demise
When they get the torches
And send us on a ride
To fry
In the middle of the ocean
Where the ripples are bluer than my emotions
They say the future is open
I’m trying to scroll past my life but my computers frozen
It said the user is broken
When my father had his trooper
And was super into the motions
Abusing my mom’s emotions
He should’ve just glued to the lotion
Cause the few choices he’s chosen
Has left me cozen
I was hoping he’d comeback
Like he really would’ve done that
Like he wanted his oldest son back
All I wanted was a little contact
So he can see me hop up on tracks
All I wanted was my father
What’s wrong with that?
Chorus:
I got the eye of the tiger
The eye of a writer
The life of a fighter
I write to inspire
It was the way I was wired
Even though every day I’m tired
I got to push on x2



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