Focus ur mind as i open a rhyme be there no mental strive for a minute am nobody's child if earth was the mother i need a moment to write this supernatural shiit i bin holdin inside but dont lemme die am alone n frightened ye life's movin but am fallin behind them meanderin paths of our system which is consistently victimisin children, persistently am defrictionisin pistons of an unpredictibally sick diction which is simply redefinin wisdom.
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Yo this is how i dissappear tonight, pieces of my script appear to lie, near to my bed, on da keyboard, its a fear to fight i hav a whole night ahead n theres a tear to dry. In da midst of da purple haze, am sweatin with sinful thots of kurt cobain. So i stick the pistol to the cheekbone, just to see thru the illusion in the mirror, wish it cud show me da dip silhoutte of my black n da crystal blue of my red, how can my own reflection hint me to shoot, like i got shiit to prove to my motherfucking father, i got bricks to move man.
Not that am here to make changes, look i love 2pac, pac was beautiful but his death is the best example of wat da thug life wud do to u. So wat am i here for? am i another system slave?.. my wrist'll break errtime i think on my existence they love me they care for me, aur kis kis se sunu?.. ab dost b pis pis k chunu? The past 5 years hav bin hell for me, tho i still embrace few gud memories. If i was born red, in 19 years i'v gone pale like carrots none of 'em cud save Ajay. Mom, dad, granma, rohit, varun they all fail again n again errtime i fade away. yes. fade away. i fade away.


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