50/100 Freestyle by Darrell Herbert
Gone too soon from cancer, rest in peace to Amber
I have more questions and less answers
I'd ask Shelby if she could help me, but she would never tell me, let alone actually accept me
No telly, I quit chasing love after Marisa, or Ashanti, or Sarah, or Esmeralda, or Shania, or maybe Kelly
No tickets, fuck the trophies, and mind your business
I would put her on, but for right now that's off limits
On and off through a tough prison, I hope you listen because I'm bound to end up the one missing
Cross my heart and hope to die as if I was a Christian
Deleted you out of my life and out of my phone
All in all I'm at home while still feeling all alone
How can I grow if I've never grown?
That's like a star blowing up and not having the money blown
Never show love if the love was never shown
Alternating crafty metaphors, our trust issues just got divorced with no help or moral support
Lighting C4's with two bitches and four doors
Yes Lord, I'm at war, it's all forced
I'm not new to this, that shit was sick
Your old bitch is at the latest crib, and meanwhile I heard your newest shit
Hitting her up using the freshest hit-list
It's just a curse and a gift, that's like you slitting your wrist, that's like Bloody Mary holding all of the cards and all of the chips
I hit a point where I couldn't keep going
Saw the signs, but it's never showing
And it'll be a compilation, of bitter lies and truthful preparation, of the great or good and the riches payments, of false hope and your truest statements
Above it all it's underneath the mattress
Addressing those who would question the status
Empress of the soul, I'm the shining white knight without the pips to have a real queen like Letizia or a Gladys
I know they want me dead, but I'm still alive
Still living as if I'm terrified, or petrified of dying while being crucified right in front of the two-faced triple eye
They'll wrap you up and pass it off as gifts
The more I forget about you, the less I forgive
Black sheep, but who's the goat?
We are not the same, we're just in the same boat
Going off on fake friends who just do the most
I'm either taken for granted or taken as a joke
You knew that I was too focused on bitches, that fucked up my image
Now the only time I hear from you is when it involves my birthday wishes
And I remember how I felt that night
You did me wrong while I gave you life
You fucked me over, and you did that shit out of spite, you was on one more than twice
Spit on my coffin before I say goodnight, because the light at the end of the tunnel isn't always bright
Major trust issues, but my real problems were never small
We used to be close, but now I don't hear from you at all
You wouldn't hold me down on my downfall
You called it quits before I got the chance to call
Fake people are just another beautifully penned banger, I keep it close because we're only distant strangers
Single, but I don't give it a single thought
I'd sell my soul since it was never bought
That's like catching feelings that you haven't caught
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