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It feels like, the end of tryin,

deserting my emotions for a beat that never cease, within me,

a bloodlust, pause, fighting for a situation thats a lost cause,

but oppertunity, creeps on me, heavily,

trading in my past self to begin a new me,

a stronger me, mentally, physically, verbally

laying down suppresive fire in these words that I speak,

changed my mind set to start a new life, a new dream,

gotta hold back whatever I feel, fuck memories,

Cuz livin in the past will get you hurt, trust me,

pain of passion never ceases, to cut too deep,

that's why i gave up on love, love is pain,

And loving pain seems a little insane,

Can't complain,

But at least what I felt was real,

Realize these real eyes never lie,

just spit the truth,

I miss the way my mama used to be,

before the drugs, before her and my dad split for the first time,

And that was when my momma died, only inside

but its enough to make a man cry, this place is hell on earth