Perhaps I was blind to the facts, stabbed in the back I couldnt trust my own homies just a bunch a dirty rats Will I, succeed, paranoid from the weed And hocus pocus try to focus but I cant see And in my mind Ima blind man doin time Look to my future cause my past, is all behind me Is it a crime, to fight, for what is mine? Everybodys dyin tell me whats the use of tryin Ive been Trapped since birth, cautious, cause Im cursed
Posted on: Thu, 14 Aug 2014 18:28:26 +0000
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