MAN NO ONE KNOW’S THE STRUGGLE’S I’VE BEEN THROUGH
THEY ONLY SEE OUTER BODY, NO MATTER HOW MUCH WE
CHANGE THE OLD LIFE WE’LL NEVER CHANGE IN THE EYE’S OF THESE BLUE COAT’S,
THE PAIN OF REJECTION OF A WORLD WE CALL HOME IS LIKE A
DREAM TO MANY, IM AN EX-GANGSTER TRYING TO FIND A WAY WE FALL AT TIME’S BUT IF WE GIVE UP DEFEAT SET’S IN AND TIME WILL START ALL OVER AGAIN…
THEY SAY IF WE GIVE IN TO THE WAY’S IN SOCIETY THAN TROUBLES FOLLOW LIKE A GAME OF CHESS,
ONLY THE MINDFUL CAN WIN AT A CAT’S GAME,
BUT PICTURE YOURSELF IN A DARK PLACE AND NO
ONE’S THERE…
IT’S LIKE MEETING ME -
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