2 for 1
DONT DIE... Here I am in plain sight, headed towards the light fighting back with all my might. Despite my effort I’m losing traction, life is in his hands and I can’t seem to grasp it. Now I’m asking in what aspect was I lacking? Didn’t have time to write wrongs present and past tense. So much that could of happened, now a sudden end like misplaced period. To send me packing. No more questions thanks for asking no more communication like a parent that’s lacking. Flat line and balance parallels connecting. My people are dying, a conversation your neglecting. Until it’s you and yours we’re talking hush tones are the whisper, your the type to crack an egg even on Easter. No this go hard this my white beater, No this is the wave I’m a crowd pleaser. Stay alive, stay alive is all I’m hearing, 23 and counting is how I’m feeling. Walk the line, stay behind, cross the line DONT DIE.
DONT DIE... still I rise, still I rise you could never truly understand how I feel inside. To see the cities finest and feel the need to duck and hide. But who am I to want better for me, who am I to think better I can be? This is how I feel you can’t just ignore it, oh if I dunked or ran a touchdown would you then score it. So sorry for the poor rich, with morals in shortage the price of a good soul even they couldn’t afford it. It’s a vicious circle, and around we go again this heart is my pen and each time I have to bleed to write again. Hold tight, I hold on for dear life, in spite of the forces against me I still decide to strike, in the end the enemy always wins, still have to fight DONT DIE.