It's like" wow those are really good that's a good story "
But didnt know all these I cement in ink are painful true events in a story
I lived through these hard times growing up in the hard knock life
Sometimes I think what the angel was thinking when he said I pick this life
And before he enters the world he's fighting for his life with kicks
Built a house of my life's pain with all my tears as bricks
Used to being so cold and empty I kinda feel weird when someone befriends me
Sometimes I can feel the pain of others or see it or hear it like it's me
I can read you within seconds of seeing you and your eyes and shaking your hand
I don't know why I get this I can't control it sometimes its outta hand
Trying to master a gift God gave me it's up in construction
But how am I supposed to build up this gift without any instructions
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