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This ain't another love song, for ya'll to listen to,
This ain't another track that I'll be spitting to,

This ain't for you this ain't for me, it's a diary of confessions of things that I didn't do...
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A state of depression, knowing I had opportunities to be doing bigger & better things than I am right now,
My qualities drowned, I walked into Damiens cellar don't follow me down,
I've written in my diary, so maybe one day when I pass on someone will admire me,

The things that I've done, the things that I did, the things that were dumb & the things that I hid,
In 06 just a kid afraid of his surroundings was just an outcast with a dream to be astounding,
Very little friends, I had closure I had some potential but never got exposure,

You will never take away what it is I feel, I will never turn fake, when %#@! gets real,
At the point where I can't withhold I've got to be me, the man I can't control,


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Favors, I never returned them, you had to be special unless you would earn them,

You made fun of me expected a murmur then tried to build bridges instead I would burn them,
A troubled child no one cared to save him, never making mayhem not misbehaving,
I should'a been brave & stood up to face them, face everyone instead of sitting & slaving,

Raised in a jail looking out of the gates, as a young boy I could a made an escape,
It's too late;(nah) I'm facing my fate, never fought back (why?) that was a major mistake,
But now that I know what I have to do I gotta make my escape from this padded room,

I was never good enough to fit & be cool, only ever good enough to be beat after school,
I will never dumb it down for the classy jewels I will never dumb it down for you acting fools, Nah...
At the point where I can't withhold I've got to be me, the man I can't control,


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