Misrepresent the movement of past
Feeling of joy but the glory never lasts
As we turn the chapters and flip the hour glass
There’s not much turns left until I pass
Sick of life so there I just hung
Sick of life cause my dreams will never come
Sick of life so I just hang by that hope
But a force cut through it, the feeling of hope
The thought I would kill myself is so obscene
I feel like barrack I’m apart of the new regime
I’m gonna change, represent blacks the way they’re supposed to be... More...
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