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No point in caring about the rest of em
They start to think less of you, the moment you doing less for them (truth)
So I had to decide, stay the course on the wrong side
An stick around for a greater divide, having to hide
Or make the choice and rock the boat
They left me stranded, I guess it's time that I let them know
Had to let it go, I abandoned a sinking ship
Started climbing up on the rope you used to whip me with
Now I'm into different shit
Prefer my old self but I'm stronger now
One-man army in need of no help
Got some learning to do
Used to burn with a crew earning the loot
Leave the streets destructive and return as a troop
Try to be good but it's not working
Lost and I'm not certain, can't be fucked looking
So I've stopped searching
Should I go by the books?
Let my style represent my personality or go by my looks
Feeling like I'm on a bend, remember who I am
Fresh lookin' but can't shake the dirt from off my skin
Only time I'm feeling good, in my timbs with the laces tucked
Missionary life, I'm getting fucked while I face this shit
Makes me sick to my stomach thinkin
All the times I've conquered over-thinkin
It's like my brain reset and get to thinking
Really nothings ever worth the stress started making perfect sense
I'm moving forward to my future maybe need to pop a Percocet
Even if I slur my words what's next for me on this journey I've got
Adding fuel to a fire, while I'm stirring the pot
Don't listen much even though I'm learning a lot
So what's it worth? If I try to fix anything will it work
Or will I be forced to walk alone on the shattered earth
Had to rebuild my strength like a damaged nerve
Thought I found myself, feeling like I'd lifted a curse
That's until I came to and realised it never worked
And all my efforts were time-wasted
Looking at myself in the mirrors the only way I define hatred
If life is a bar I'm not the overly-hyped patron
Nah fucker, we never had much
Life will break your legs, walking like I've got a bad crutch
Learned early the difference between the haves and the have-nots
I'd like to think I'm next but my timings off like a bad watch
With caring, I guess I have stopped (true shit)
Speaking the pain my musics used with
No loose-lips, I keep it deep like my heart is enclosed
Ain't a range in careers, only targets the road
For real

For real