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Running from myself

So I can't play Superman anymore, between living a good life and how I've always been I'm tore. So what the fuck do I do , maybe the answer is a 22. So now I wonder what this life will be, what is my answer where is my key. I just want to be better, instead life gives me another stressor. So I'm ready for the next level , maybe the answer is hot metal. So I welcome this misery, just another lesson in history. So stay in lane, before I have to take aim, leave our family's in black,  watching with jaws slack,  our bodies laid back in the lac, so welcome to to my funeral, tried to live life as a general. One day I'll pay the penalty, death or the penitentiary. I grew up on the street, always carrying heat, never knowing when I'll get to eat, just another thug walking the beat. Every once in awhile a prayer escapes my lip, but usually my protector is a  full clip, don't get it wrong boy get hip. I'm not trying to glorify I'm trying to testify, before my soul does fry, spent this life high ready to say goodbye. A son I'll never see, the man she needs I don't think I'll ever be, hoping one daY they will all see , maybe find me hanging from A tree
Written by Runningfrommyself
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