am goin thru hard times, its not hard to think of ryhmes, thinkin, lookin bacc on my life of mines and see what i had, its sad, am mad put on a front people think am always glad/they want what i have, not knowin what i go thru is bad/pain hardships relationships just frustration/see its hard for me to go on livin inside thinkin contemplate suicide/not by someone elses nine but by my own gun, not fun havin no one/holdin this gun to my head just a itchy finga away but to pussy! so i put it away/shun it from sun light grab a pill die of assisted suicide, hopin i may die get the balls to do it, to pull it/ lookin the mirror i see right thru it/am shroomin so i see the future, am no longer there reincarated as anotha creature, damn i see my self am the fly on the mirror
Hard Times
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