• Im done I dun got any more ideas Once upon a time I had a sea of Meanings and deep feelings But people had to come and stick their feet in What they weren’t supposed to and stealing All my thoughts and concentration and beating Me to sht till all I had left were the things I was dreaming And you cant do that to somebody you cant only be mistreating They didn just take my hapinness they took my creative meaning They been eating , away at everything ive worked to become Some-one, notable in peoples eyes not just the corners shun A ton , of critisism not to end up with none O no but they haven fun , o freshy fresh the fat lady sung Im 90 % certain that all I wanna do is entertain But the offers I put out never been answeren Questionen every letter that I write, and every word that I strife To come up with every night, and every day Im a child is what they say “Fresh you only 15 wen u older ill holler a hey I may, let u stay, until late This industry isn’t for you fresh” even elders showen the hate But I dun give a shit ill keep tryen to write these papers cuz this the only way for me to escape Outta bad friends and bad girls, bad trends , and my bad worlds All this stress extends, and my physiological curls Fuck if these papers don’t help then I dun kno what does I always say us , becuz helpen these guys is a must A thrust into something that’ll never be but it’s a just Ill cuss till me n my guys get the stuff So fuck you and fuck the lust Of it all sht we gonna finish off dusty n crusty like Mr. fucking illustry

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