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No point in caring about the rest of em They start to think less of you, the moment you doing less for them (truth) So I had to decide, stay the course on the wrong side An stick around for a greater divide, having to hide Or make the choice and rock the boat They left me stranded, I guess it's time that I let them know Had to let it go, I abandoned a sinking ship Started climbing up on the rope you used to whip me with Now I'm into different shit Prefer my old self but I'm stronger now One-man army in need of no help Got some learning to do Used to burn with a crew earning the loot Leave the streets destructive and return as a troop Try to be good but it's not working Lost and I'm not certain, can't be fucked looking So I've stopped searching Should I go by the books? Let my style represent my personality or go by my looks Feeling like I'm on a bend, remember who I am Fresh lookin' but can't shake the dirt from off my skin Only time I'm feeling good, in my timbs with the laces tucked Missionary life, I'm getting fucked while I face this shit Makes me sick to my stomach thinkin All the times I've conquered over-thinkin It's like my brain reset and get to thinking Really nothings ever worth the stress started making perfect sense I'm moving forward to my future maybe need to pop a Percocet Even if I slur my words what's next for me on this journey I've got Adding fuel to a fire, while I'm stirring the pot Don't listen much even though I'm learning a lot So what's it worth? If I try to fix anything will it work Or will I be forced to walk alone on the shattered earth Had to rebuild my strength like a damaged nerve Thought I found myself, feeling like I'd lifted a curse That's until I came to and realised it never worked And all my efforts were time-wasted Looking at myself in the mirrors the only way I define hatred If life is a bar I'm not the overly-hyped patron Nah fucker, we never had much Life will break your legs, walking like I've got a bad crutch Learned early the difference between the haves and the have-nots I'd like to think I'm next but my timings off like a bad watch With caring, I guess I have stopped (true shit) Speaking the pain my musics used with No loose-lips, I keep it deep like my heart is enclosed Ain't a range in careers, only targets the road For real For real