Everyone ain't cut the same, so why do I always be tripping? While I'm all up in my feelings, I look to see, that everybody ain't cut how I'm cut, they would rather see me bleed, than to see me well. Ask God daily why muthafuckas be tripping, and it comes back to just how people are cut. Fake be misunderstood by real, while the real is either jails or in the grave. Already a struggle, on not knowing if I'm right or wrong, than to be sad or easy prey for people who mistakes my kindness for weaknesses. But, I still try to stay strong and keep it moving. But, what encourages me daily, is that everyone ain't cut the same."
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