I use these words to express all tha pain I felt,
I was bless to write text about tha “hand I was dealt”,
I write so swift about how men’s life melt,
how 1-51(nas 1 mic) a leave yo brain over welt(hit hard),
but theres always somethings that a pen cant help,
like tha lost of yo boy that make only a grown man scream yelp(cry),
its like knowing you can save him but his heart still pelt (strike by
blows),
for everytime you reach for him then another blow is welt (hit hard),
and within yo own heart tha same pain is weld(to one),
when you cant sleep, all yo dreams wake to a yelled,
and you reach for a hand but you only reach for yourself,
thats when tha game over now time to put “game” to a
quelled(end)...

 
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