Teen Years-Shiva(explicit)
• Written by Shiva
The eye is inner
maybe the third trigger
We just looking in the mirror
in the reflection all i see is tears
all my peers
staring at me with fear
Unable to think clear
In the same year
eyes all lined up linear
One, Two, and Three
buying weed from dispensary's
robbing national Treasury
roll up to a five star luxury
mobbing with the homies and family
An happy home, that's my fantasy
We should be up in anarchy
Fires starting
i left the club departing
fighting chumps fighting like Spartans
Die apart with my big ass heart
I'm so intact so i buy from miny marts
Ballin, folarin so goddamn hard
im so talented i learned to play the harp
took me 3 days sharp
It dont matter who you are
drunken bastard from a bar
or driver for fucking nascar
or just a fat ass lard
shrapnel and shard in my leg
drinking straight from the keg
taking drag after drag
ringing digging singing
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Shiva
Member since May 23 2014