Always grateful & I’m thankful
Can’t complain I’m doing fine…
Not ungrateful & not hateful
Through the pain not crossed the line…
Found a pen & pad I’m lucky
Writing down my thoughts like Chucky
I’m just messing got you there
Through the stressing made It here
Every day I feel my best
I remember all the stress
All the things I did go through…
Deffo saw It all as tests
Had to re-grow for the best
Through my window might be mess
Add my bedroom why don’t you…
Might aswell just wear a vest
Can’t go Into detail really
Chelsea fan I see you Billy
Look at Chelsea really silly
Don’t forget the silly Lily
Taking shots that’s what you’ll say
In my rhymes you know I’ll slay
I forgive but not forgotten
That’s the way the Viper plays
So you know I’m always working
Don’t forget the times I’m smirking
& also my daily deeds
On the low for all the needs
Switch the flow I know can also
Feeling better with my torso
Let me see yeah where It leads
We will see If It succeeds
Always grateful & I’m thankful
Can’t complain I’m doing fine…
Not ungrateful & not hateful
Through the pain not crossed the line…
Found a pen & pad I’m lucky
Writing down my thoughts like Chucky
I’m just messing got you there
Through the stressing made It here
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