the trials and tribulations that He knew i wud face

are as hard as catchin the lifestyle He knew i wud chase

this presence has become meaningless as a broken vase

handfull of flowers at this funeral, a portrait that i grace

what used to be...fuck it...its of no use to me

not even fuel to feed to the fire rekindled 1 time, 2, or 3

jewelry...wealth...fitness and health...

are things that cant benefit me in tryna play with THESE cards ive been dealt

so...shed a tear....cry a river but build a bridge

and a shelter underground incase hurricanes flood where u live

hell is on earth...which is home...which where the heart is

but when who you care about tries to sell ur soul...u become heartless

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