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rough draft : No Title
I came out of the south by H.S. I was on that east side
Always followed my mom, backseat of each ride
Jumped to the passenger, I was old enough to do it
My views changed up, she looked at me and she knew it
She thought she blew it
When she sent me to that midwest
I saw the truth, the lies
Shit hit me about mid- chest
I was in denial
My outputs were inputting data I couldnt file
He stood and smiled
as if I was blinded and I couldnt see
Saw things an 11 yr old shouldnt see
It couldnt be
Fate played the record still
Ill seeing him spill from that peda-still
Chills
Like a pill whose intent was meant to kill
Forreal
What doesnt kill you make you stronger right?
Not me
What didnt kill me made down to fight
Strength was a by-product of my yearning to never again feel this way
No pain has ever matched to the hurt i felt that day.
Always followed my mom, backseat of each ride
Jumped to the passenger, I was old enough to do it
My views changed up, she looked at me and she knew it
She thought she blew it
When she sent me to that midwest
I saw the truth, the lies
Shit hit me about mid- chest
I was in denial
My outputs were inputting data I couldnt file
He stood and smiled
as if I was blinded and I couldnt see
Saw things an 11 yr old shouldnt see
It couldnt be
Fate played the record still
Ill seeing him spill from that peda-still
Chills
Like a pill whose intent was meant to kill
Forreal
What doesnt kill you make you stronger right?
Not me
What didnt kill me made down to fight
Strength was a by-product of my yearning to never again feel this way
No pain has ever matched to the hurt i felt that day.
Thursday, December 24, 2009
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