I'M Losing It
I feel like I'm losing my mind
I'm questioning how much can I take
I know I'm living in hell and that ain't no real debate.
Mistake after another I know that I came from the gutter
but what’s more important
poetry, music, or the relationship with my mother.
more can I say I became a success in this game?
be me not having a good woman is messing with my emotional brain
I know I'm kinda hard to tame but look at the situation I'm in
I was lost at age 12 when I lost my best friend.
Now that I got ya attention open ya ears & listen
forget my voice for a minute can you hear my lyrics whistling
It took me a minute but now I finally see
I was blessed with a gift and that ain't doing armed robberies.
My lyrics is lethal so I got people out to get me
so when I leave this world Satan is the only face that's gone miss me.
Copyright © Corey Ross | Year Posted 2006
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