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You knew me, thinking hoping to be, the last thought being a soldier, more like to cry on a shoulder. This world leaves me apart, but my daughters to smart. Maybe just maybe she’ll be my last baby. Everything means nothing to me. Without her eyes is this a chance? A gimmick like a mimic? A glass maze staying unfazed? Take and take, time and time again as I try to mend.ay this song reach like Normandy’s breach. May time be alive as my daughter thrives. I say bye as she says hi to a friend. Let the light see let it see as my souls torn in two maybe more creating a chore. My crew laughs being tough. They didn’t imagine create to the image. Death approaches but it’s like roaches. Scatter flee but remains is me. It’s time to address the mess. The blood on the floor while others are at the door. You wonder why I say get fucked or tucked? Take a look looking like a mook. A noose so lose it couldn’t hold being told. Today will end but it’ll bend. For one last time… I’ll give one last rhyme. Give it a line to the eyes. A horror breaking a soul and still making more. A tore a sore maybe rot you a bore. But to me to be. A soldier and a daughter one of us a martyr. So let’s go like Williams bow. Send it send me knowing let be. Time and a place but all I see is grace. One last second. One last minute. One last mimic of the heroes before, might as well be a whore. But at least I’ll die strong and she’ll know she belongs…. Give a twin while the doors hinged. Blonde hair blue eyes as I’m out of tries. Blood tares like the fare holding like mares. Today may be last looking on the past. Holding and molding to the image like the trickage. Be strong be bold but hold to our mold…. Fuck that I’ll use you like a door mat. But one thing holds true. My blood bleeds blue. And for her and for you I’ll bleed true.

Rap, sad