Why don’t we all just discuss
Fire topic that Is trust
Once you break It turns to dust
Get It back now that’s a must
Finding peace Is what I say
Missing piece to start the day
Will Increase the love okay
Said my piece cos I don’t play
Hard to tell what’s real from fake
For this beat the drums will shake
Up & down sound surround
Do your thing & break the ache
Keeping trust has been an Issue
Grab yourself a box of tissue
Please don’t cry can’t deny
All them times you said ‘I miss you’
Played with me I’ll say no names
You remind me of Nintendo games
You’re so old I’m so cold
Hear my rhymes will go In flames
Breaking trust Is what you done
That’s the thing you do for fun
Come on son need the sun
Look at me I see the tan
On a level just get It back
I took mine & took the flack
Now you see me on a track
Hear me out I won’t do jack
You saw me as a fricking snack
Kinda tasty like Shake Shack
You’re so whack I’ll attack
Put you In a smoking pack
I said my piece I’ll leave It now
Feel so good don’t ask me how
Can’t you tell? Ring a bell?
I’m growing up just like my brow
Nowadays I’m writing rhymes
Working hard & making dimes
Hear the chimes? Yeah sometimes
That’s the noise from doing crimes
Why don’t we all just discuss
Fire topic that Is trust
Once you break It turns to dust
Get It back now that’s a must
Finding peace Is what I say
Missing piece to start the day
Will Increase the love okay
Said my piece cos I don’t play
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