Today is almost gone, whose looking for tomorrow yo,
I’m sorrowful, on a search to borrow love it’s horrible,
Will I survive these times and be alive on the grind when,
These rhymes define men in the lines times ten,
Like my minds my pen disguised and blind when,
Words don’t do it justice and I can’t find them,
Some search for greatness, some search for infamous,
Some die trying and I don’t see any differences,
To this path I’m following, just swallowing pride,
Feeling hollow inside, with these wallowing eyes,
I could grab the bottle and go full throttle to ride,
My heart died for a model wrote a novel and rhymed,
I’m a slave to the beats, I’m both brave and a beast,
Rhymes I crave when I eat, I don’t behave when I feast,
Until the grave I’ll compete and survive the grind,
If I don’t survive in time…let me survive in the rhymes,
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