My Back to the World
My back to the world
I stand & hold my own test & trails,
I've past them so far,
no one or nothing,
will stop the force of my mind when on track.
So the world likes to cheat me,
hoping to beat me!
Real is real fake is fake,
&
bitchassness is a sickness many suffer from,
Yet
It's my back to the world.
Hate what they don't understand,
kill what they can't feel,
even steal what little I have.
Prisons,
&
Wars in the street put the cats like me,
6 feet deep!
Yet still no defeat.
They love to hate me,
&
wish to kill me,
just to steal the dream of life,
&
You wonder why my back is against the world
I stand & hold my own test & trails,
I've past them so far,
no one or nothing,
will stop the force of my mind when on track.
So the world likes to cheat me,
hoping to beat me!
Real is real fake is fake,
&
bitchassness is a sickness many suffer from,
Yet
It's my back to the world.
Hate what they don't understand,
kill what they can't feel,
even steal what little I have.
Prisons,
&
Wars in the street put the cats like me,
6 feet deep!
Yet still no defeat.
They love to hate me,
&
wish to kill me,
just to steal the dream of life,
&
You wonder why my back is against the world
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