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    I've done a lot of wrong, now I'm feeling bitter
    got the face of torture, that's my reflection in the malt liquor
    guess I figure, that 6 figures couldn't figure me out
    because the money looks confused with the grin on mouth
    I'm not smiling for the paper, I'm smiling for my life
    I became a grown man, but couldn't say I lived right..

    I've got these blood stained memories and this heart feeling empty
    how come we have nothing when others have plenty?
    celebrities keep saying how they worked hard for it
    they just got a lucky break and that's the worst part of it
    sorry but they started it, flashing all that jewelry
    telling the kids to be like this, committing tomfoolery
    they pass them an illusory that money is the power
    but a strong voice can rock the crowd hour after hour
    yes I am sour, my eyes seen things from the bling
    it'll make you want the fame when you only came to sing
    when you hear that call ring, and you answer for your dream
    they offer you some pocket change and you feel like a king
    brother this is not the way to live, the glamour and the glitz
    fortune into fame I guess the ignorant are bliss
    cosmic topics are hard to see with human optics
    if you give your life to them then it's a waste like toxic

    In closing I'm roaming around with no one to follow
    my heart's hollow while drinking the Hennessey rom the bottle
    full throttle to my grave, now MY life's wasted
    you wished to be a star, when all I ever wanted was greatness
    for my family to be proud I made it, all of their hatred faded
    to look upon my art and be happy with what I created
    not devastated but dedicated many years frustrated
    growing up our house was homeless, zero nutrients in the basement
    heads smashed on pavements, these bullies laughed and hated
    used to beat me because I was skinny just for their amazement
    so I can't wait to look back, not have to think about the past
    not have to reminisce about this life getting me mad
    I'm belligerent, ignorant, you treat me like I'm innocent
    but militant, you could never read me like illiterates
    so feast upon my soul, then scarf away the remains
    if you think life's going fast I'd suggest you switch lanes