Misdirection
all my
problems
are my
own fault
it burns
like an
open wound
with some
salt
getting caught
doing my
dirt
then going
to court
with stains
on my
shirt
but
thats
how it
is
no matter
what
i gotta
handle my
biz
my goal
is to
be rich
but i'll
never suceed
cuz i
cant
let go
of my
greed
i need
something
much more
solid
but i
cant call
it
so im
just gonna
let it
go
cuz i
really dont
know
who i
am
yo
wheres my
fam
they put
me in
foster care
cuz they
didnt give
a damn
and neither
do i
but every
night
i cry
myself to
sleep
but you
will never
hear a
peep
because im
ashamed
that ive
been a
slave
to worldly
ways
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