Call it what you want Im a make it how I see it People going through the seasons Give me a reason and Ill peace it I believe in love and hope Still squeezing on a scope We all struggling, hustling Finding means to cope And no no no Its not a joke I keep it real for all my folk We keep it stinking when we smoke We hate these jobs that we dont know Shoulder colder than a snow man And Im frozen Oh man, Walkin down this road Now we the ones chosen So we hold hands Hoping that the world change Life is like a race, when they switch lanes, Such a cold game, need a hot beat, To keep my brain sane, some way, darkness ripping out my heart, soul slowly dying on a cold train.
Posted on: Wed, 17 Dec 2014 18:58:29 +0000
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