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Everything I never said

Merry go round

By Christian SaldanaPublished 3 years ago 2 min read
Grow together or grow apart

Goin down the road pushin 85

Don't know where to go when it's late at night

Like Why should i go back to the same old things and compromise?

When i know that the same things lead to our dmize?

It's always the same thing every single time

Like a Merry go, we go round and round on a ride.

Tired of convincin myself that were good for eachother.

When you knew we would break one way or another.

Cried for your growth, seen your dead eyes and it was obvious

Then I lost my name, filling my pages by anonymous

Countin up my blessings everytime you tore it down

Still Feelin all your pain as if its mine that I had found

Until I had to let it Go - Oh - Ohh,

Oh - Oh - Ohhh

All that hate up in your soul Oh Oh

Please let it Go - Ohhh

It's always the same thing every single time

Like a Merry go we go round and round on a ride

I follow the one who put his pride in my design

Sit back til you sip I turned your water into wine

Who knew we was in bondage when we were yelling tied

No hands tied behind our back but are souls yelling why?!?!

Do we go back to the same OLD things and compromise

When we KNOW that the same things lead to our dmize

It's got me like oh ohh ooohhh, oh ohh ooohhh,

All that hate up in your soul Oh ohh,

please let it go Ohhh.

Lot of 'em talk but they don't know me

No, they only see one side

Smiled a lot but I was lonely way deep down inside

Me and my dawgs was chasin' chickens, I ain't talkin' country fried

Way I was moving, I was trippin', consequences changed my mind

I know I got a message for my people, for my tribe

Will we learn our lesson, turn away from evil in disguise?

Or will my dawgs keep on beefin' with each other over pride?

Ill show 'em all another way,

you don't gotta pick a side.

Grew up in the trench and to this day I'm on the rise.

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About the Creator

Christian Saldana

Lost in translation and finding the words to fill a page with an intrinsic insight into a life most have never experienced Living in a country named "the melting pot" who loves to call gang members a black kettle I share my life with you.

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