Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee
When mom && dad got drunk, daddy abused mommy
Missing me with that happiness, i felt it physically
I think you need the streets to succeed the industry
Life's lemons is bitter, i need another fruit
I spent my whole life getting hurt and abused
Wouldn'ta fathomed this, originally abused his day to pray in corduroy gloves
And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love
My heart abused, unexplored territory
Evidence shades man they go for six forty
The owner bout to prosecute, the niggas tell her that she's cute
They say love saves the empty, the confused, the broken and the abused
Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done
//do this for the poor in the ghetto, the abused women
You say the words that can get me back in focuswhen i was sick as a little kid
After i finished writing this i swear the planet physically shifted
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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