Curse breija

Traded emotion for that cocain

My raw talent spoken words spurs through veins 

I’m to toxic these fumes seem logical 

Me knowing this taste is only Artificial

Conversing with angles while slow dancing with devils 

Dear lord I’m feeling like this is it send me a confirmation 

I want to quit only for my kids I have an obligation to raise them 

These very moment is when I lose sight 

while I look in the mirror ODing 

Knowing this sight doesn’t seem right 

All I wanted to do was escape my poverty 

So my brainstorm make me work in a filed called written dream 

It pointless swimming open ocean becoming thy appointee once called the risen

See me and you not alike same pain same struggle but different fight 

Even my burn is different my scares made by my own demons 

Feeling are Sadistic because I’m loving this pain that hurt 

Love is what I’m longing but

growth is what’s providing my vanity since birth 

My Latin people I’m cursed in spanish breija

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