My dead dreams
• Written by TheFlipFlop
TheFlipFlop's Notes
I wrote this in just half a day with all shit in my mind, don't worry im not emo or anything, this is just about my memories growing up.
Here we go, Its ya boy comin' at cha' from the T ville'
Hopefully someday we can all make a mill
Im sitting here still, tryna figure out why you gotta take pills
just to getcha' fix and stay chill
Reminiscin' on the time well spent, tryna find out, who the can repent,
my dad was a theif and my momma was a liar
but thank god, they were holding me higher than the
Hunger and poverty and now that i'm older i can see properly
they did what the had to do just to get through, and keep me full
It was around this time that my fuckin' hero died
as well as my dreams, i didn't want to be alive
i didn't know where my life was going right after this point
Now im feeling like im being held at gunpoint
always gettin' pressure from my family steady tellin' me
to follow my old dead dreams.
My thoughts used to speak to me, reminding me that some day
hopefullly it'll all be ok
All i can do is pray, hopefully i will see a better day
When i'm not feeling stray, i said yea i'm tired of feelin' grey.
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TheFlipFlop
Member since April 29 2019