what a life
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you'll lose your words when you’re dead she said...
Well...
Words can’t no longer achieve these feelings flowing out my head...
I think im dead...
I don't tell you how i feel for i know you feel not the same or at least that's what you seem to convey...
Either way there is no getting a head...
i strived to better myself...
But it seems she put me in the far zone i slipped...
Probably accidently buttered myself...
Man none of these girls can see me for my wealth...
Inner not talking materialistic...
After all im just inner city gifted...
One time a girl shed tears in front of me...
i was sad because i couldn’t be mad...
she was so cute in her innocence…
or maybe it was just all my hope rolled up into one bag
I calmed her down and soon before I knew it she was in my arms and we where dating…
Dam time moves on and advances I guess we didn’t pass the test…
I always come up short but not I n a value I can help she wants a man that’s a thug…
When she should be looking for one that has potential true self wealth…
She began to idolize my money the few became the great…
So I had enough she no longer loved me but just the green coating I would relish for her sake…
Then came another neither past the test did we either…
Bad speech she had and I couldn’t help but to correct it…
Soon came a cold winter she left had a bad fever…
The others cheated…
And one just quit on life one night in her parents basement…
Grabbed a chair and some rope found a ledge… shit…
Bad placement…
I don’t know If my life is cursed or if girls just don’t like me…
Im not too appealing …
But dam im not fucking ugly…
I enter a roof full of familiar faces blink…
Boom there goes the room all amuck from the floor to the roof…
They dip so quick the chips I couldn’t even get a handful or a grip…
But oh well fuck it all…
I live for me and my purpose is to free my mind out onto to paper I don’t care no more what people say and or do…
So the next time I walk in and clear a room…
I fucking count on it…
I do it like a dam boss to…