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No air, you drowning in a typhoon
To kill spares, is something that i might do
Crooked stares, thinking they can see right through
Set off the flares, your time here is overdue
Man scares what he cant face
Wicked lies turned this man into a harsh trace
Of what he used to be, rhyme so fluently
With a style made for true mc
High school was truancy
But now I found the truth in me
Allow time to wield these
neglected thoughts that expose the real me
Every doubt that prevented me
And every clown that dreaded me
I try to keep down my past mistakes
Feeling like my lifes erased
struggling to find the time and place
To let go and start again
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user12894206
Member since November 22 2015