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I thought Iâd be in jail or dead:
Their voices- vices in my head.
My choices prices brought the bread... my familyâs been fed.
Again, we growl ahead..
(again, we spread)
just as they said!
But they pat me on the back,
cuz Iâve racked a winning streak...
My ski mask used to be black,
now I smash roses on my cheeks!
Cuz crime pays bad credit,
I let it get the best of me.
So whack till Iâm beheaded,
tap the only remedy.
Cuz thats my destiny,
Iâd be damned demanding clemency.
~mmmm~
Iâm still sliding by,
It isnât my time to burn, dodging bullets every turn.
Iâve managed to land
to spring up and stand,
but only before my ordained plan..
As blessed as I am,
Iâm destined for damned.
I never let the drugs control,
so they left a little brain..
Stole back some that I sold of my soul,
and Iâve yet to be arrained.
Restrained vain desires,
contained paining fires.
I even chained my wild mind to the eyes of a good guy!
While I await my demise, time flies.
I cleaned up,
I went green,
buffed up my scene,
weaned off the dust (lust).
I drifted from this misfit crew
two weeks before the bust.
Must be irish luck
and itâs trusty Midas touch.
Low/behold, you canât tow gold
to the other side of your kismetâs clutch.
~entrust temptations thru the gust~
My fate canât be waved.
Its bate to the grave.
escape from this slavery, I try,
but the pathway has been paved
by high five hands
that smile with pride.
Why canât they understand
Iâm destined for damned.
Iâm destined for damned.
Iâm destined for damned.
I came down from the clouds as if it would bail me off
this trail that doffs the cliff.
The precipice.
kiss the abyss.
No caps and gowns ,
or jobs and cars unstrap.
Were bound to props that we are.
Iâm destined for damned, still wrestling the stars.
The legend withstands but itâll only pan so far.
My code, it commands.
Forbode by the roads on my hands, Im damned.
Iâm damned.
Damn~\