Dreams of something I think I will never achieve.
How can I be successful around people who straight up deceive.
Barely 18 and I just want to leave, I should runaway.
Somewhere beyond the horizon I know there's a brighter day.
I search for riches and bitches, mainly the pay.
No pride, no ambition, I lack in inspiration.
Wither or not the reasons I live are from motivation or desperation.
But the sensation of rhyming and tieing my ideas together keep me alive.
Spitting lyrics for money and girls so I can end this strife.
I know theirs a bright day at the end of a long night.
All though I lost my soul a long time ago
The hope in my heart will always survive.
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