This is the last time the paper meets the pen. No more wasting my breath on some no good heartless chick. I've wasted too much time spitting out these rhymes it feel like suicide. The mere thought of you running through my mind is slowly killing me inside. Girl you walked all over me like the dirt beneath your feet. If you believe in true love why don't you believe in me? Your loves a prison I'm trapped inside these walls concrete. But I've served my time. I'm breaking out of my life sentence, complete.
I think I'm good pretty good. Rate? Posted this in another thread actually.
[Edited on 12.05.2012 2:44 PM PST]
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Hey, I know you already posted this in my thread but I'll just reply in here. I think it's actually really good if you're any good with music you should try putting a melody on it and see where that gets you.