I got a
Heart full of pain
Head full of stress
Handfull of anger
Held in my chest
And everything left is a waste of time
I hate my rhymes
(But I hate everyone else鈥檚 more)
I鈥檓 riding on the back of this pressure
Guessing that it鈥檚 better
I cant keep myself together
Because all of this stress
Gave me something to write on
The pain gave me something
I could set my sights on
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