| just point at me and ill begin where the twirl ends
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| its difficult to open up, wounds that never shut
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| and watch it bleed while these rap critics eat it up but such is destiny, a limit of choice
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| I’m the coppertone chiller, with the little kid voice
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| used to never talk, thoughts too deep, they’re philosophical
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| to drop interpretations, quite logical
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| systematic pressure, I ingest and write my letters
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| the misery, visibly, breaking me, physically
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| I walk around half-smiles, hiding pain deep, knowing that I ain’t feelin
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| right and it’s hard to sleep/ subconsciously worry about my mom and poppa
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| she want another life where she marry her a doctor
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| and after all these years it’s just tears
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| she wanted something more, but it’s hard to shift the gears
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| pops stressin out, didn’t know he did nuttin wrong
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| apologetic, say your sorry but the hurt has been done
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| same old song, but I don’t understand the melody
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| treated like a criminal, third strike felony
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| its hard as fuck when you see your pop cry
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| lookin deep into my face never blinkin an eye
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| say your sorry
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| sorry, didn’t mean to hurt nobody
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| sorry, never knew I was hurtin you
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| I’m sorry
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| yo this is for the ladies that I did wrong, it’s sort of crazy
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| that I would write these words up in a song, hopin maybe
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| to get some closure, relationship’s already over
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| I’m healthy and I’m sober, no brownies made of doja
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| born in october, I’m a libra in my placement
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| the qualities of my sign, they leave me here adjacent
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| to romance, I cant say ive been faithul
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| ive cheated many times, for experience I’m grateful
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| even, bleak and honest, posturin like a madonnas
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| while kissin on your neck, pullin deeper marijuanas
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| manipulatin, you was giving, I was taking
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| my girl weve been forsaken, like muslims eating bacon
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| its kinda squalor, I dont know what else to call it you opened up your heart and I had to go and spoil it this is for the sisters who I really got deep
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| nicky, jackie, queen afuya, Big T all due respect cause we met for a purpose
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| I hope you ain’t ashamed cause the time wasn’t worthless
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| I’m sorry
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| to all my homies gettin my back, I’m never lonely
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| if I ever dis, raised a fist, I was only
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| caught up in the moment, thought you was my opponent
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| I saw myself in you for a minute, and I wanted
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| to fight me, likely I was mad at self
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| sometimes it’s easier to blame someone else
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| without ya’ll couldn’t stand the constant demands of livin rap life
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| It’s only right that we band/ together against the restless tides of oppression
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| I’m firin rhymes like smith n wessun
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| progression is made with a simple step, even jesus wept
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| I’m lettin ya know too long, these feelings kept
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| inside of my mind, true friends hard to find
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| now that I let it out, we gotta shine cousin I’m so sorry |