Always the villain in your stories, when your name never comes up in mine. How I get the part? When all I do is live the time and moments, each day brings, than to worry about heroes or villains? Not a man who gets the girls, drive the best cars, live the lifestyle. I got to be the nigga who gives more than he receives. Or, rubbing to pennies together to make dollars, for high ass bills to pay. Yet, I'm the villain? Weighing more than a buck twenty, but feared to be ran up on, by people portraying themselves in the stories they tell. Wondering whose the coward, or the brave one cause it's so funny to see how they flash the biggest smiles, or act like their shit don't stink, but when it comes to me, they wait till my back is turned. Knives pulled out, let the stabbing cominse, cause that's how I feel, when it's closest to me, than far from me. But, I'm the nasty snarling boogeyman, pegged to take your soul, and treat you less than nothing. Nigga, please. Tell that shit, to people who loves fairytales, cause last I checked I'm a real nigga, who's not a hero or villain, but a man. Real talk."
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