my heart's speaking
my demons fleeing
it's either I stand for something
or die in the morning
can't live frowning
my soul burning
I'm crying for nothing
poor people also live
ain't the money we here for
been drunk I sleep on the floor
begging death to open up the door
I'm here so listen to this message of before
it's only the truth that I'll live for
writing my own words in my own language
out here I'm building my own pyramids
but I'm longing to get to paradise
niggas out here their hearts cold as ice
world's changed them they can't rejoice
©peakynate
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