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Attempt at freestyling
Oh I can’t do this, this ain’t for me
Forcing myself to think, but don’t feel free
No offence please, but me ain’t crossin’ this fence
These beats, they leave me chasing my silence
So forgive my words and kindly move on
I’ve got my own prison bars to cling on (to).
Forcing myself to think, but don’t feel free
No offence please, but me ain’t crossin’ this fence
These beats, they leave me chasing my silence
So forgive my words and kindly move on
I’ve got my own prison bars to cling on (to).
Published 5th May 2011
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5th May 2011 1:28pm
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5th May 2011 1:47pm
Oh I can’t do this, this ain’t for me
Forcing myself to think, but nothing is good enough to me
Don't take offense, this is me trying to make some sense, but I ain't crossin’ this fence
These beats, they leave me chasing my silence
So forgive my words and please move the fuck on
I’ve got my own prison bars to cling onto
Forcing myself to think, but nothing is good enough to me
Don't take offense, this is me trying to make some sense, but I ain't crossin’ this fence
These beats, they leave me chasing my silence
So forgive my words and please move the fuck on
I’ve got my own prison bars to cling onto
