Untitled Song
• Written by user861276236
day one misery pray for mercy poverty
in the melting pot chop rot was my destiny
raped abused by three my soul theft whats left of me
even when its hot im cold wat da streets did to me
money i get money i scammed got money sinking quicker
than a dessert quick sand
dammed began the program reprogramed fakes cant stand
understand the plan i fucked up but reclaimed days be gray
even when its sunny vision blurry but my focus on point
like da red dot on you one shot on point