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Freestyle 3
By Morlica Long
I can’t explain the
pain that I feel I just wished this feeling wasn’t real I did everything right I made it through the struggles of life When times got so rough I was still standing tough I watched every step I made I tried not to make a mistake But at the end Pain came back again I’ve never prayed to the lord above Or asked for help in life and love But not I’m actually praying But god ain’t answering Where the fuck was he when my home girl gots shot Where the fuck was he when I lost the strength I gots Where the fuck was he when my homeboy went missing Where the fuck was he when my crew gots shot by a drive by shooting So where the fuck was he When I spent every night crying I let all my emotions free Thinking it’ll prevent me from hurting But it’s just too late Nobody can help me not even fate Every single night I cried I asked God why Why the hell am I living When it feels like I’m dying Every moment of my life was once the best But now it’s made so much pain in my chest Time’s been passing by so slow That every second erases a part of my soul What the fuck am I supposed to do When I can’t even trust my fucken crew will I ever see the damn light To a road that’s actually heading right… |
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