Its too late

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[Intro]
Anyone else want to speak with us?
(Raises hand) I will.
That, now i shall tell you how i got here
from my harsh and hard past
(Grabs mic)
 
[Verse 1]
Thats of no secret, that people told me to drip and just quit, That's not your pit
i started being desperate, Should i start to spit? but thats a seperate ticket
People always wanted me to quit, it has been always hard, My life isnt a Fun event
all the time i spent, on the content that have been meant, but thats how it went
Eveybody got a different end of their story, its not always glory
its a story that is heard with no coffee, it aint zombie bobby, but its so sloppy
And fate is twisted as we go, Not always how we want, but it peels people off the life
And this is the strife, i arrive after all this pain cuz man i fuckin have to survive
and cries and ties, aint shit when life is in balance, otherwise it will be my demise
its not wise and its with no surprise, it will give me no rise in the rice
and i have to sacrifice, the lies and apologize to guys on the ice
 
[Chorus]
And i pray, they say that maybe one day, Something will save me, a miracle
life is hard and peels people of the legs, it brings them down, its a struggle
thats no matter of syllable, people have to survive, or they might take your skull
cuz people want to live, they will do anything for it, even if its horrible
Sometimes i just felt its too late
 
[Verse 2]
But i never stopped, cuz its my art and its beyond, And its life giving up on life
in my wildlife, Cus there was times i almost gave up, thats a story with a knife
and sometimes i feel kind of ashamed on my past, this is kind of craft
and its no minecraft, its a blast in the grasp of the shaft graft, with a draft
i have alreaby been stabbed, i didnt laughed, it was cracked, i was smacked and slapped
strapped to the wall like i'm human not anymore i was really fuckin trapped
people keep laughin when i tell my motherfuckin story, Lets see what have you have done
if you was me, on a mountain with a gun open ready to give a reason
to a beaten ton, who has been told to leaven, there is no seven heaven
none of the question, weapon have been engine of the veteran, like a curtain version
 
[Chorus]
And i pray, they say that maybe one day, Something will save me, a miracle
life is hard and peels people of the legs, it brings them down, its a struggle
thats no matter of syllable, people have to survive, or they might take your skull
cuz people want to live, they will do anything for it, even if its horrible
Sometimes i just felt its too late

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Godgiven
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