We cannot give up.

 

 

 

Just some of the pictures,make it more stricter
how many inch by inch, more inside ..i’ll be stick up

flip my lid up, jag my a** into trouble
hit at me, just come back till i get rubbled..
snag back.. when do i get a chance to shovel,
wait till i turn mad,that makes it troubled,
nobody i look to grab,cause i just go flat,

then i go ruffled and crack

too late ofcourse listen man you cannot get that
bullet you fired,won’t get back
wait till it shoots one,wait for aftermath…


Just trying to avoid
like the shady side you saw
off your jaw you felt it blab
you purposely let it all wrong
just trying to avoid just a burden and the stock
at the head lets try and put a curtain at just all…
who is gonna give a cover for my a***
i can’t let off this sh** to pass,
shoveled up right from start…
what kind of a story do you expect me to have
too many breaks is the cause,still i’m after that..

 

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