Sicc mind

Some times I feel like I'm dead on arrival, just trying to get through this trial.some times I can't control my mind, don't know what I'm trying to find. My emotions seem to play with me , but how can this be. I'm supposed be in control, but with these cops on patrol. I'm running fast and hard as I can, it seems like on me there's a ban. So I'm out here grindin , these fiends out here findin , my own business I'm mindin. My mind as sicc as Mr.bates, my music tends to sound like Mr.yates, cause I'm running straight out these gates, not playing with these fakes, out here running on these Jake's. Like brotha lynch I'm sicc made , take a locc to the brain. I grew up Twiztid and tormented, some people think I'm demented Because I believe in ebk everyday all day til the day I die, maybe or the way I am one day I will fry
Written by Runningfrommyself
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