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tired is a word that can't express how exhausted i am

feel as though life is a loop im currently caught in

nothing changes all everything remains the same

and only im to blame, take responsibility cause

some people cant face the music when it hits, the feeling of giving

but dont quit now you came too far now to back out the block

this is a one way street, and im headed for the most excellent

so that i may defeat them, pressure makes diamonds and im

big karrot, no red head or afro though, thankful that i made where i

am, now its time to jam my music in your in face its the confidence

i gain that keeps sane instead snapping off the chain i put around

my neck, you wanna hold something, come and hold this check

its void any way, i spent it all on a gym membership today, now

my gains can double, always ducking trouble when the law walks

by, i sit and hide or coincide with pedestrians trying to avoid

any looks that might be given from them, they gonna hassle me

while asking 99 questions, tap on my taillights to knock the bulb

loose, for yall without a clue there's a lesson, with a qouta to meet

all these police bullshit tickets, and violations, hypocrisy i call it

cause they perpetrate the most violent altercations, men dying

left and right, women too, why i feel as if we're doomed,

desensitized to the real truth, killings on killings

but i dont have any real proof, oh wait trump slips

up so now we got the proof, lets take the roof off this motherfucker

send shots in the air, with smoke in the air, imma meet ya there

free my peoples of all races, peoples of all religon, fightin over beliefs

i never believed they really did this shit out in the middle east

fixing wars without fixed costs, missing money and shaky stocks

whens it gonna stop, stop, wait a minute i think i see fists the air

marching down to the white house best be prepared, we can take our

country back it says so in the constitution and my intuition says its now

or never to put this mess back together, the poor are like prostitutes

treated like a bottom bitch, i let loose cause i feel as though im fit to spit

this and let ya'll know 2018 aint a mothafuckin show, but thats how the media

goes, downplay the hero replay the murder, then go find more morbid news

for depressed people to listen too, damn and im a fool? sorry everybody

but this really is for me, hate all you want but you just wanna be me

and understand how i always bounce back, like a rebounder i handle that

tristin thompson round the rim when shootin a miss just know i put it in

work that is