I"ll proably just ring the heart of something that never sent
Scars 4 da flesh, war wounds 4 da soul...
Success is another test
and we always wanted the highest scores
Momz did her job, even found a husband to love
But it never was enough cause I use to be a silent thug
Tears fall all the way to the South of France
Poverty line hand lower than yung hard headz pants
Never been to I-hopppp, would've been so out of place
after we washed plates and they was always out of steak
Ya know that ain't cool cuz We were born in sin
Came to win the title, Wardy waving at you from the stands
True love was just a myth, I can always plead the fifth
Plain and pleasure, searching for buried treasure simply nothingness....
I am WarD......
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