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Struggle throughout these Puddle from out these (×3) Struggle from out these hard times Pockets empty, hoover flagging on all mine Puddle forming from out these dry eyes Rocks attached to ropes, sinking in swimming pools I Created, these diamond times Right now coal, but I'm in the making Heart been frooze Freeze you soul, cause mine never been for taking I gave it away before hoping that a heater waiting But it always kept me coming back and chasing Hoping to get it back, barted at a prices, much deeper then cash Demons always target much more then that And since it's been recovered no longer do I shutter These frigid tempture a temptress, built like no other Writtings from underneath a flooded rain gutter I tell you not to worry, these shoulders is like no others Big shoes to fill with purposeful steps my brotha Each shoe print on these cement, telling myself imma be the next Motherfucka Flow like butter Spread it ontop this white bread Walter Every piece I lay my soul to rest when beside these beats Peace of mind you find in these sheets Of paper Casket breaker Endless live, ironic cause I tried to end it and handful of time and got really close twice No need for the undertaker No need for the undertaker Why I couldn't take my life Because these so much beauty in the making When you learn to transmute this strife 25 years on this earth, yet to live right So many nights, I joog Hoping the officer just see my skin give me a slap on the wrist, and shit I'm still good Doing whatever it takes, make ends meet or push the end til it breaks Shatter the box that made me feel I'm confided to this place Dead presidents don't define my grace Bankroll, won't decide my fate Cash load, don't ever have to be great It was patience, that I mastered late Take my breath at solid pace Hard times Make what this graphite trace Free myself in due time, shits not a race So what if my pockets empty, heart of ice, and head that's heavy Least I know My purpose won't be left empty Creator, I aim to fulfill you plenty Struggling throughout these hard times Pockets empty, hoover flagging on all mine Puddle forming from dry eyes I float above drinking a tonic and rocked sky I work patiently till my time