Yeah, I been grinding with a limp in my step
Still stepping on the necks of the ones that slept
They was laughing when the lights was low
Now they quiet when the money start to flow
I was starving, stomach touching my spine
Now the same ones begging for a piece of the pie
I don’t trust them, keep them far from the circle
because the closest ones usually the first to hurt you
I been counting all the nights I cried in the dark
Turned the tears to a spark, now the fire is art
Every bar that I spit got a piece of my soul
Every beat that I ride got a piece of the cold
I was raised by the block, taught to never fold
Now I’m breaking all the rules that the old heads told
Tried to run from the past but it’s stuck to my feet
Tried to smile for you but the pain too deep
About the Creator
Forest Green
Hi. I am a writer with some years of experiences, although I am still working out the progress in my work. I make different types of stories that I hope many will enjoy.
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