P.O.W

Lookin in the mirror
Doin 90 on the highway
I swear to god
I haven't seen myself in 5 days
How i'm always at the wrong time right place
Why you acting sideways
Fucker check your mind state

Play the hand with which you're dealt
And keep ya shit together
Like the buckle on ya belt
Slapping 20's in chavelles
Stacking C notes like chanel
Now we back up in the basement
Roll the camera and an L

Fuck it
I might have to kick the bucket
And everybody wonders why
But please don't
Get me started on the subject
They calling me a menace to the public
Because I took the string of life
Measured it twice
And then I cut it

Deja vu I've said it before
That my chain is made of gold
Like I won an award
And this life that i'm living
Is one i can't live anymore
Arrested by my mental battles
I'm a prisoner of war, yeah

(I'm a prisoner of war, yeah)

(I can't do this anymore, yeah)

(I'm a prisoner of war, yeah)

(I can't do this anymore, yeah)



Credits
Writer(s): Adrian Rivas
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