Struggle to stay humble


Going up to space lost in a maze continplating through these days maintaining the struggle wit drugz to cure pain of anger dat became hate always seems to get the best of meh stumble to mah knees telln Lord help meh stay humble plzzz I don't want to bleed of the edge on the knife but won't succeed to see the E of the nd to finish the ending like a new beginning alpha omega came down shining the bright light dat blinded my eye raybans on to watch tyme fly rite by like birds in the sky wanting to get dat type of high wen in reality it was just life speaking through ryhmes that r mine a 26yr spiraling down like a notted up kite eventually it'll bring itself upright from everything that I bottled up inside in a constant war to fight where I'll get to relive life wen the tyme is right.!!

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