Heart is split in half and now my trash is filled with tissues/
There’s niggas dying everyday but we don’t make the news
Maybe this is some stuff joseph u can't even feel
While my mom is in the kitchen cookin' up a meal
I guess that's how it is,
Proves that ignorance is bliss
It's been a couple months, and tina still ain't perm her fucking weave, damn
Picking food out the trash while your mum is fucking a hobo next to the trash can
That don't mean you gotta stop dancing
About how your life is passing.
How i do itthinkin' i'm new to this
Start rapping cus how bored he is
Speaking heart with a conscious, talking to you
Joseph called me a faggot but it aint true
Welcome to hell, niggasi rock bad bitches
This is a rap bout how real my life is
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