I and I

August, 21 2023 • Written by RapConcept

I and I, the electric form the stars.
My dialect born from scars.
I tried to be high but all I got was suicide on the bars.
Crucified like Jesus on the path.
Scrutinised like a thief on the grass.
I didn't turn a new leaf, the belief didn't last.
The relief didn't mask the grief like I'm Master Chief

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