If...

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IF…
If  I am to brag let it be for those I have helped
Tell me what you going to do
That lifestyle is not your style
I don't want your congratulations
I know all this are calculated impressions
Promises, curses less happiness
Chances confrontation nothing new
I earned the truth, loyalty
Critics still an issue we need more realness

If I am to walk away will the lame jump
True pain, true lies
I was boxed in
dreams better
in that orphan, tears
I don't deserve it yet in the roads we build food we go on empty stomachs
Jobs created that youth in the street caught on traffic, the drug he trafficked in panic
Still can't nix check check I still in the same shit

If I slay, that child will never get where to lay
But you you enjoyed when you got laid said
Pretty face Facebook, instant Instagram selfie
Publicity stunts, won't can't deny but will you remember that Kuna ule kiumbe Kumbe you've rendered an orphan Sa amebaki orphanage rage sage connect but uko stuck net updating status retweeting tweets contemplating on how he was all over your tits and hips... See your life

If tears was water 💧 we could drown
Mothers starving , sons die on stray bullets, thae graves are the only company
She knew he was in university. Varsity versatile
bulls eye out this link guys
Society is perception perfection to those in power our relationship is powerless like arsenal arsene Wenger still holding on tightly

If we can't smile for the day

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