It's May 21, 2024, 03:47:43 AM
Before I wrote this rhyme, my life almost collapsedActually it did collapse, 'cus I stepped in so many trapsWe started from scratch, and here we are (where)My wounds are healed, but they left me so many scarsEverybody's tryna get a part of mePeople they don't think that my heart can seeAnd seperate the real ones, from the fake onesI'm tryna be polite, and say no with even break bonesWith so many zones, and so many clonesIt's hard to stay on top of the throneBut when I'm alone, focused and writing my linesI'm in my darkest spot, goin' deep in my mindSometimes I pray to God to help get my life back on track'Cus I can't hold the weight of the world on my backAny thoughts, meanings?
I have a similar feeling, i seem to lose controlAnd do negative type shit that helps bruise my soulBut i refuse to leave a legacy compared to rotton applesI ain't mean New York City, but i'm at the bottom scratchinGoing through mad struggle, hussles, gambles and dealsBut on my two feet standin still, demandin the realShow me the light, take my life from the darkI'll give my soul for inner peace, and that's right from the heartnice thread, enjoyable read chill