I fold
covered in dried up blood stains
from stabbin a pin into my scarred up veins
been way past insane
kuz this dimension been lame
done lost tha game
a while ago
lost that dope as$ flow
that I used to emit
from my fly as* soul
couldn't be ignored
anywhere I'd go
super insecure
but try not to let it show
pains throughout my body
from all the mental baggage I got in tow
stunted in this slum
when I know I was supposed to grow
reality hit hard
it was a super low blow
don't think i could be made
to feel any more or low
karma tried to tell me
I'll reap what I sow
now I'm puttin bandaids on all my cuts
..like I didn't know-
that all of the b.s. I bestowed
would Come back 3 fold
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