The Fast Lane

Life is constantly going at a rate we cannot control,
The nation's youth are dying and a gang banger is selling his soul,
If this was my time continuum I would put time on hold,
Things take place, which leaves me with a story to be told,
I'm saving my words for the records but no you cannot have a piece of this gold,
I have to watch what I do to others because I don't have time to make amends,
I guard myself because I cannot tell the difference between my enemies and my friends,
I do what I do for me; I choose not to follow fools
Come to my territory then you must obey my rules,
Of life where I am respectful and I expect you to do the same,
I'm going nineteen years strong playing this game,
Years may pass but there's no way to escape the fast lane.


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