Just can't understand why we gettin respect nowmomma told me they're be days like this
As they juggle knives for a deadly purpose, entertaining service, recursive
Are done for a purpose,
That's why i shine like i does
I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz
The only absentee for a journey now without purpose
She mighty fine but i notice that her heart resides next to bitterness
Shhh they will never surface worthless churches fed fiction for another purpose
The purpose of my life ain't kicking pebbles on the pavement
Trapped in my own communityone day i'm gonna bust
So often it seems their only purpose is profit
And put together a million march for some gangsta shit
I murder, no purpose
They getting deals with thier weak buzz
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