How to Deal


Not selling crack,

but I deal.


No feeling ever again will feel so real.

Keep searching for it,

but in vain,

tryna get the same high as the first time.


I'm never what I need to be at the moment.


First I was too serious,

now I'm too silly.


And my pet peeve is being ignored,

the opposite of being adored.


Fell so hard,

didn't even know,

until I woke up,

and couldn't find my card.


In the search for something real,

the only thing I've learned,

is how to deal.


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