Feel
My broken name stole, lock in chain cold. Help from nobody, I walk my lane alone. when I was young, I remember there was love at home. I used to joke around with my mother. Fuck the cops I'm a writer. I'll give my life anytime for my brother's. chill with my sister. Talk about work with my father. kept it real till the hate got my love kill. I hold back tears and give you chill's, for the thrill's. let go of the past just to hold on to my future. show you how the truth feel.
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