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A sad truth ma

Peace to my old earth she made my word turn,
she turned my whole earth, fly like a bird. Palms burn,
My Pops did you dirty and your spirit is pure but I know its never easy when the mirror is blurred,
second son, we was young growing up from the dirt,
 it made it worse,
 tear-jerk,
 but your smile in my eye, turbulence worth it, nothing was for certain.
You know I hide the hurting slide the curtain
you know
I got a love for poker faces and Iím sorry mamma ima reflection of your actions at times Iím just like you mamma,
fuck the drama I got enough problems ma,
I remove a million knots,
reminisce to slow down the clock till it stops.
Malzo
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