Admitting that my thoughts are written
How can I lie with this stress covering my back?
This is not an act... this is how I act,
React to the smallest of things
Buy her a ring to cover the hole in her soul that I made when I cheated.
Living a lie, trying to survive to see how the ending is gonna unfold,
More than one foe, head to head, toe to toe, one more breath left to go.
On my mind, is a trifecta,
halt off my sector, with my nigger lector, ready to process.
More stress on my troubled mind,
I don't mind (I'm use to it)
Can't help but to do it and it's all over. |
