Thru blurred vision
With delicate
Precision
I compose these lines..
Weave these rhymes
Tell stories of a hideous lifetime..
What did I do to deserve this?
at times I get pissed..
these feelings I've dismissed
For many years..
I've hid the tears
I despise that nigga
In his mind it doesn't figure..
He doesn't understand
Why I don't speak
don't seek
Advice on life
How trife..
When I needed ur ass..
Nowhere in sight..
Doing ur own shit right?
And now cuz guilt corriding
Ur organs u wanna make it right?
Get a clue..
My life aint perfect but went along decent with you..
Few bumps along the way
But hell what can I say.
What u expect man
U kinda forced my hand..
I got kids
Your grandkids..
Put in ur bid
Pay up ur waaaay past due
Til then Fuck You
Times 2
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