The good die young..
days counted on a calender year, mean nothin to meeach day a death to another part of me, deluded in fear
i look to all that contributes to these empty tears
the struggle to fight, im sick of this hustlin life
when does love go away, and u can still be alright?
some say aids is the most deadly disease
but i think love is big enough to compete
im sick of it all honestly, i retreat..
they say the good die young
in the hood where im from..
i only got 1 question to that..
why the fuck am i here?...
im pickin apart my brain.. bear wit me please...
first voyage into the stars, she was my finest work of art
a treasure in fact, so much time n love went into that
i worked hard for what was created, yet it faded to black
i was left with a destroyed canvas, and a heart filled with angry raps
puzzled my mind went into the myst, so much time gone..
and it was as if nothin was missed, my process to the positive road was slow
she had a flat tire.. so hers was rather quick...
i felt car jacked.. as i watched em both leave.. why am i still feelin it?..shit..
i picked up looked up. and there she was, heavens retreat
her timing bitter sweet, i was excited to meet, everything that was she
but my heart was still healing, so my emotions were too weak to proceed
it took a few weeks, but being around her made me feel somethin unique
her aura pure, every moment with her made it seem like this couldnt be
and it was true, cuz upon my arrival back to school.. she had seemed to
moved.. forward with some other dude... life..jus a track on repeat...
They say the good die young, but do they mean mentally?
cuz my shoulder chipped.. and i grew colder
to the concept of love i felt like the conquest was over
she was my evidence, so perfect yet perfection not meant for me
then i was poisoned by another.. but she became my hope for everything
her look average but then again unique
we partied, she'd love to drink.. i'd picture we.. but i knew it could never be
i gotta stop i gotta let these feelings go, cuz it's jus killin me slow
im havin flashbacks of the past, memories crash
my emotions fail like a heart attack, i collapse within
only finding a friend within my pen.. i jotted my cries
i got one love that seems real.. but she's too far to be apart of my life..
that's the irony of the situation, im losin faith and im not seemin to make it
no love in me, when love came to get me
pushed away quickly, my guard went up swiftly
she's caught in the karma of my life, but she continues to fight
why? im clueless to this, she becomes a problem i cant deny
im lookin for a way out.. while she's tryin to fit in my life
i see myself on the other side of my past.. in her eyes i see myself
and the situation i fell from... my body goes numb
damn... what the fuck have i done?......
they say the good die young
in the hood where im from
only question to that..
is why the fuck am i here?
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