A second b4 was darkness,
D very second is bright.
Lost is, wat, my soul is,
Or hav i lost my sight.
B eclectic is wat teaches lyf,
Makes you walk on a thin edge knife.
Left Colors of hope left dip inside,
Tables turn, foes b’come d one’s b’side.
Sun pops out n scares d nyt,
Curse me lord if i’m right.
I push my fingers in2 my skull,
Cant stay far long frm my gurl.
Wat m i saying? Where am i?
Wish u cud understand the talk i try.
Mark my words, Feel d same,
Play Tough Dear! Dis Lyf za Game!
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