The Struggle Sweet Decepion
They see the trouble that we
cause ,they didn't see the
struggle and they flaws ,how
can u take something that isn't
urz,respected amongst the
community head held up high
proud to the core ,u inhaled
the good **** exhaled the
******** who ever knew u
would do this n steal ****
,some say its a curse it will
never stop till a g drop in the
hurse stealing out ur mamaz
purse looking for a feed in
need for the seed of misery
growing inside u consuming
and distroying ur legacy
,disowned from the family
living in the outers tell me is
this the life u chased after do
u feel happy to see ppl tawk
about u like u aint worth a
dime rem once upon a time
no1 crossed ur line but now u
say fine coz u lost the shine u
gota beat this drug rem 721
wen u were a thug get ride of
that tummy bug and give
rehab a hug u will be happy
later instead of dying in misery
sooner or later
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