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| 31 May 2015 04:46 PM |
[Myrtle Verse]
I don't express myself but i feel presidential, I'm taking illegal substance that ain't special, Writing over these instrumentals, In my head I'm feeling judgemental, My mind and people telling me incredible, The only person I trust is God that confidential, I'm not worried about money or H[]'s those aren't ambitious, I'm breaking down my emotions I'm really not that vicious, For all the sins desperate times I went through I ask for forgiveness, Trying to make it to college hopefully start my own business, All through out my body I'm going stiffness, Feeling sick and not acting right I got an illness, Hanging out around night time got them folks saying I'm suspicious, Turning my back on the hood going religious, The projects wishing harm against me to much malicious, Feelin' like a shining diamond but not that precious, Sticking to myself is a big obsession, All the stuff in my possession, Never put on a impression, Some say I'm going through a depression, I still can't find my lesson, |
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