By Arcassin B.
Sitting in a hood , placement understood,
Dreaming of a day where I could feel alive,
I didn't wanna do it,
Lord hides your mind , you'll lose it,
They will all say you're stupid,
The eyes become so livid,
Or more like windows to the soul, just behold in an anguish,
Your time is up pasted on coffins of the dark,
You chose your exit baby,
I'll see you Later maybe,
You're never happy lately,
Camera out the way , don't tape me.
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