Proof
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You've alluded me thus far
Yet ever near do you draw
Just outside the reach of hand
Seperated only by the wallows of man
It's the words of your life
You know proof on repeat all day
Beat's by Taylor
Slim shady' so shady
Dropping bombs
Faster than you can say sabotage
Life's not what you think
If you've ever been
Are you down
For some
Of those haters hating
Down for
Making thousands of haters
That are just disguised as fans
Who won't admit they like your shi*
They're to busy
Wanting to be you
To show the world my spirit
My talent
My skills
To prove to them that I am strong
I can do it
I can succeed
To prove them wrong
I don't say much except
Thanks for the juice
I don't need much except
Thanks for the juice
Proof is written in the stars
Thanks for the juice
The drive to survive and what's fuel inside
When I go around the world I see the worst. I wonder why phliosphors try. Do they hope to find goodness or prove evil exists? I see people who want change, but are not prepared for the consequences. People who want to stay the same, I know theirs...
It began with button.
“Butt-uhnn” I said excitedly while pointing at my mother's navel, and then my own indentation where I was once attached.
