Tuesday, October 12, 2010

No I didn't say that I'm flawless, but I damn sure don't tarnish.

I don't go around fire expectin' not to sweat, Been to hell and back, I can show you vouchers. Confidence is a stain I can't wipe off, I search, but never find. Hurt, but never cry. I work and forever tired. I seen nights full of pain, days of the same, And haters at an all-time high. Everybody got a hater like a f*n iPod. Stuck in the hood, like they poured cement on me. Money spread like germs, get sick  nigga.

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Look at the nation,

Look at the nation,
that's a crooked smile braces couldn't even straighten!