Need a pen to describe these feelings I feel. Seems like everyone wants to take shots at me, Trying to break me, so I need a pen to speak on the "nigga shit" that seemed to be aimed at me. Still a soldier by all means, putting it down for God and the belief, that what doesn't kill me, only makes me stronger." Puff on the blunt, while trying to find clarity, but niggas from every variation taking shot at me, expecting me to take it with a smile, not liking how I fight back. So, I need a pen to vent, a need to keep fighting, cause I know it's not principalities, persons, it's that "nigga spirit," people so boastfully puffing up. So, I'm exposing my thoughts on paper, before I let them kill me, cause like Pac. They can kill me, but they'll never have my spirit. So, where's the pen?"
©gazeldeas
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