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Rated: E · Poetry · Teen · #2296283
the pain they go through
Nana looked me in the eyes and said she sees sin in me
God not trusting you is bad energy.
I say grandma, possible friend is a possible enemy
And a shoulder to lean on is a paul bearer potentially

She got a shiver when i told her
It was a different type of pain, not like delivering a liver.
They said what have i ever gave
I stayed calm and never rage

I've giving a lot, ever since i am a loner
How many caskets you carry?
That's a different type of chip on your shoulder.
When its beef you got the guns you say in your raps?
What i know about pain?
Boy, stop asking me facts.

In every jail, i got flashbacks in hotels
cause the sheets got that intake smell.
You don't have to listen to anything i say
Not able to go home for the holidays.
In this life you gotta stay strong,
I just look at Chess and see all the moves that I made wrong.



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