Was suppose to write a rhyme that froze time in a niggaz mind
instead left with contemplating on choices needing to be made to stay one of a kind
I’ll try and get thru this verse wit out using basic shit
Simple shit that rhymes to release a mental clip
all is gone and treasure…all seems to be lost
this bitch I’m fucking wit well……I’ll jus take a moment 2 pause
I’ve been talking to her ass for bout a year
and its funny!......I’m still rolled up in a ball of fear
fear for who? and what? shit D has no care
but this little one seems to be the presence of strength I feel near
but na to distant and careful to let shit get to my head
a year pass and my thoughts bout this bitch is still as bubbly as beer
don’t want to leave and hurt her cause that will spark up her tears
but if I stay then “what if” would always be in her rear
I tell myself before its got to be something bout this girl thats different
But I stay reminded they all the same as I remain gifted
to be that nigga not broken down from a bitch
I use my past experiences to hold down as my glitch
On top of everything though a nigga still feeling week
Homeboy jus called up and said he do bout 3 shows a weak
My other nigga doing it big got his girl and his ride
Pimpin all over the world and ballin staying smooth like Clyde
We only notice better when we look at someone else
Better clothes, material things wishing we had it ourself
Can’t lie jo I know I should be further along
Whats wrong? Thats the question that remains in this whole fucking song
Get your shit together! D got to get your shit together
I feel my all at dis stage in life wouldn’t acknowledge leather but pleather
Fake shit!.................. Again I see the fake making it
My life is like a finished report ……just to lazy to staple it
And as far as that bitch…I should move on for the better
Sorry for the last time but I’m out with the same baretta
I’ll holla when all is right and no longer thinking twice
When shit is strait and I’m no longer running from Christ
Confused! Shit mothafuckaz ya aint the only onez
I live this life for me and now my future son
Hopefully?…shit I’m jus kidding……so Possibly!
By this time next year my so called heart wouldn’t feel so week
Stop looking at other’s and examining yourself
But I hurt every morning knowing what could have been for myself
Waking up to reality I never knew could hurt so much
even when no heart was felt I could feel that shit in my gut
not physical tears but Lord I’m crying
relying on shit to keep a nigga jus simply riding
and hiding? I’ll never do not even from u
I’ll remain simply cool and keep following shit that’s true
Couldn’t sleep with this one on my mind and wont ever delete the song written
Stuck on my last line, thought I was tipped over but realize the clock still ticking
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