Bipolar Official TS

PART 1

[Verse 1]

No love, no trust for a soul
Lose your life on the road even though you're not involved
Real spit from the dome
Real pain that we know
Suicidal thoughts could've turned himself to a ghost
Real pain that he saw, real trauma that he felt, his mother died in his arms and that felt like hell
Age thirteen that's what made the whole thing worse, if that happened to me I'd raise hell on earth
Pain in my mind and heart I'm sick of it, they claim that they living it
Help a brudda out, in return he throw a hissyfit
Life i'm reminiscing it, now I hope you're listening
We all die in the end and there is no skipping it
Real pain that I'm spitting with
Had a shank to my throat thinking am I slitting it
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Danger to civilians
Money game I'm flipping it
Rap game I'm winning it
Happiness a little bit
They say there's light at the end of the dark, I must be missing it
Demons pulling me straight back, I'm getting rid of it
The ones that burn in hell are the hypocrites
Now Im'a switch up the flow just a little bit