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What if we make it in time 

Took my eldest brother of heart
I was age eight
Routing me through different foster homes
I could turn to nothing other than art
Script my life to a page, my newly designed faceplate
Registered me in school with hillbillies
Rednecks lurking behind oak trees 
plotting to noose and conceal me
Troubles away from home
It’s all my fault, I’ll withstand the punishment
Take a recess, filter out the problems
Let you know how much fun it’s been
Street thugs want to beat; I’m no ones fool to beat 
Pressure me and in my possession I acquire the tools to beef
As Lustful individuals we relaxed in our own deceit 
Situations come to a stand still 
I take shelter beneath the neighboring bridge 
I’m grown and on my feet 
Who could criticize my passion for success?
Here lately it’s become a fashion to stress  
In these heated hours of liaison with we nest

I believe in me, myself, and nothing else 

I’m out late in the night
I’ve got to get the rent 
Trying to lead of life toward luxury
Another flaw in torment I resent 
Plus I got issues with the police 
The mayor and the presiding judges
So many scoundrels to enlighten my grudge 
No one to stand beside this perched individual
Therefore I believe me, only myself
Wishing hard times upon me
Brush them off, time to study for my clinicals
The dirt shoveled, equals the nonsense I’ve been dealt
Put an out cast to ease 
A touch somewhat seldom felt
Trailing my steps, 
As I expire, you may have what’s left  

And who knows, we might actually make in time

Peering through my blackened mirror in scenes
I witness the incessant struggles of individuals in spleen 
Mortar over my nemesis as seen 
The tower I build in an effortless climb 
A have-not in time, this leprosy of mine 
But you and I we have history in reply 
Rest your thoughts next to this Charismatic character
On whom else could you simply rely? 
The love letters I receive in kind
My colleague wants to know dearly 
If you have a friend in mind  
Paper makes misery worth living
Mother says her rapper insist I owe in him thanks in given
The humor in my latest statement
“By my ambitions only I’m driven”

I believe in me, myself and nothing else
But who knows, we might actually make it in time
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