I'm the head coach of the team
Cools cuts, make his meat real lean
I like bitches in air maxes without socks
Cuts ur vital parts and sparks the final shots,
Numb to the painful attacks received everyday/ the feeling of
Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love
You better lose yourself in the music, the moment
Because of painful memories that haunt me when people judged,
Those explain the cuts and the burns.
Part of me though, is searching for answers
86. blood from the blade cuts,
I call it speaking tongues
She cries herself to sleep, with tears so painful they bleed,
Of a convertible elopin' to get married
I know its showing i suffer paper cuts but it isn't enough
You walking down the block, he got shot, you are no eye witness
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