Think I flirted with insanity
Bared feet in the middle of the street
Reality confirmed, mind ain’t playing tricks on me
Glass Shattered, blood splattered
A Geto boys tale punching on the concrete
Proof that he never really did care
My Father cheated on my mother
This is the manifestation of betrayal, hate, despair
With the pounding of three keys
I’m about
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