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Jealousy is misery, suffering is grief. Suffer through the weak but still in touch with what I see.
Fuck it up on these beats. But you’d never notice I’ve been hiding what I’m holding to the potent that is tree.
Me, myself and I. Might not meet your standards, but I swear to God I try. Use the Lord in vain to get my point across, why?. I hate it, but I do it, like it’ll be aight. Got damn I need change, then I just smile. Why? Cause it ain’t finna change nothing I’m around. Surrounded by a crowd that you wouldn’t call friends. But these the same people that help you become a man
Dizzy Wright
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