Thougts

 Trapped in the future. I long for the past. Only a feeling.  That never lasts. 


Luxury, privilege, I’ve never had. Born with a curse they won’t understand.  


They call me crazy when they get me mad. Provoking me, picking, until I get bad.  


I just be chillin. I be laying back. Solo I don’t fuck with people like that!

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