Living as a proxy
Watching
As my fate coming honest
Blocking pessimism at it best
Feens going neck and neck
War raging
The kids never gon forget
Aye
Mind shutting down
Loneliness stay the root
Everybody going down
Its all up to me
Mayor said it best
the path they wanna see
No jest or reprieve
no sighs of relief
All trying not to cease
As their vices pull feet
Snakes snacking on their peace
Songs made to give release
Give a nigga some belief
Who gone believe some nigga gave a piece of mind
Without assumption of a crime
Want advice? A piece of mines
Let it ride
You gotta let it ride
Then you decide
Then you decide what can really work
Without my name in the dirt
Guess I needed that concern
About the Creator
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