A song many could probably relate to. Comments/feedback? Follow me @R1Hunter902 A cute little baby boy who's made up of these ashes, grown up to be a man who's morals always clashed and, he's living in a hurricane mama was a drug dealer, poverty that bothered him so he became a stealer, tryin' to feel what it feels to be real in a sea of false hopes crashed dreams surrounded by these mannequins, a mirror image vision of him staring at the darkness, this harshness he harnessed, but can't find where his heart is, so he dreams that one day he can paint a vivid picture, this shit hurts, and it gets worse, with each verse, each day's a curse, growin' up witness some things that only made him stronger, and even on his weakest days he knows he can go longer, a sea of hate covers his face he has no boat to cross it, his mind is like his key and on some days he's even lost it, only I can give you a mental image to picture it, fuck a dream it's Freddy's world and he has come to live in it... Everyday becomes a challenge everybody tellin' you that you're not worth it less than perfect everybody hatin' you, everybody hatin' me for these things that I have belief in percieve them to be haters but I know they got some truth in 'em, everyday I'm faced with choices all I'm hearing is this noise and it could be my conscience but I can't really even hear his voice, it gets harder everyday, just to be myself and, I got no-one walkin' by my side so it's myself then, only me, no-one else, not <b>...</b> | From:Hunter1902 Views:54 5ratings | |
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