Stuck with no friends, and so nobody knows him,
And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin
And screaming i guess them nightmares as a child
She knows that i did this with her in mind.
We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last
He's acting like he knows poverty with that cake in his hand
Done with the corny rhymes
They say we living in troubled times
Who knows? they're probably tapping us with fiber optic wire,
So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her
I’m a pretty dark person, i’ve though about ending it a million times
Playing pong with my dimes, making paradigms but oftentimes i'm spitting rhymes
With deep, intricate, meticulous rhymes
Never wanted so bad for 2pac to be alive
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