A Message To My Past Self

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I come from police sirens right after Hanukah
Dance recitals you didn't know if your pops would come
Gun sounds but you never knew where the bullets went
Just saw the gun smoke and whiff of that bullet scent
And never knew what homies were getting heaven sent

Damn

I'm tired of casket measurements
Chasing green but who knew this color could be so prejudice
Mothers crying in need of a proper shoulder
I can hold ya 'til the pain is over
Promise it'll be over just give it time we older
That's where I'm from I'm used to it
Cutting school for amusement had me feeling like Nike I do it
How do I fail English, but spoke street fluent
I'm so far gone the stars I influence
New York City a place that never forgets
Make a wrong turn and get your lottery picked
Or botany picked or even molecule split
For the cash and the fit that's a crime they commit
I'm still rough around the edges I can do some growing up
Cowards pointing pieces at me so wassup?
Get your body plucked
And with those same fingers all they do is scrolling up
I'm sick of this shit I might just throw up
Where's my big break I need this glow up
I'm tryna detonate for the fam
But If I cut the fuse I might not blow up
This cut throat shit will get your throat cut
Ru Paul swag I keep them both tucked
Hold up
Venti Frappuccino make it mocha
Losing friends to coke not the cola
In a blunt they rolled up
Hard to keep a conversation when your people aren't even sober
Maybe they're just looking for some closure

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