Night
i hustle all night
cuz wanna make it before i turn 30
they say tomorrow comes after the dark
i hold this truth in my heart
it ain't a good day to die
so i hold my head high
asking God why
these hypocrites hate on a brother
life sucks when it comes to that
hell is somewhat cooler
if you take it as an emancipation
now,that you've given up
due to frustration
i hope to see the light
though my eyes are bluried
and will try to smile
even when i'm buried.
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