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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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