Weak
He played from day one
The glare in his eyes
Took a bag
To feed his girl
Tell so many lies
Feed her family
Yet ride my back
Who in hell are you
Took my dollars for a lick
To the game
Stay true
If I were cruel
I couldn't even see
Left me with his toetag
He's psycho it's too deep
I bow my head not to react
Only God keep me sane
Sometimes I see blood
It's like it's straight from his brain
Too God in his hands above
He lay with me like I don't know
It's all for her
My child caught on herr emotions
Saying she want daddy there
Yet God show me the truth
She's better off without him
Phony trying to live this fake life
When it's truly all about them
No time to be weak if islip then I'm gone
Writing from behind bars
Future disappear then alone
His plan from day one
Because it stem all from him
I keep my mouth and move silently
Because he think it's all about them
No time to be weak
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