The Head on My Shoulders XIX (Naethan Apollo)

[Intro]
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[Verse]
In many ways, my life has gone great
Mostly true
But many days have no color, they all gray
Maybe blue
But anyway, this poem ain't about the past
It's more about the journey that I had
My attitude that held true despite
All the flames and the fury from the burning of the crash
And man did I crash
Time after time I would always come back
My palm's been shredded to the bone with the shattered-up glass
That skin just doesn’t grow back
Not without scars
And those summer nights weren't so perfect
No, not without stars
I be staring at thе moon thinkin' 'bout all the doom
And the cruelty, but still had lovе in my heart
I had my head held high
Way up in the air
But the toxic fumes left me stuck in the chair
I had do-or-die nitrate and anti-suicide
Notes to a girl that would lie just to see if I cared
That got me fucked up
I don't trust much
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Got a bottle full of stress
That lid don’t ever shut much
I can't drop 30 bands on a brand new whip
But I can drop 30 bucks on some well used kicks
I feel fly in them, too
I've seen dudes reach heights way higher than you
They still gon cry in their room