Brain bits on the table clean as whistle, Cravings of success whipping like thistle with painful scars, A victim is never a hero, that's why i don't wanna
be a zero,
But am at an edge where a bridge brings in
enmity. Down the streets hate is the bitter spring flowing.
Wish i can spit all from my heart,
But my mouth speak less of it...
That's all what i can confess, For i just want to give out the best, Justice to spit out of it. I know you've loneliness empires
With tall walls that won't let you hear me. That's why i wanna keep my lips smiling. Ailing in the mind a way to find and speak To make you all see coz you're blind minded to the end and you all pretend.
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