He lived amongst a dying breed, Inside his mind he couldn't find a place to rest until he got that "Thug Life" tattooed on his chest. Now that he's struggling in this business, by any means label him as greedy getting green, but seldom seen and forget the world cause he's cursed, he's having visions of leaving here in a hearse, god can you feel him? Take him away from all the pressure and all the pain. Show him happiness again, he's going blind, he spent his time in this cell, he ain't living well. He knows his destiny is hell where did he fail? His life is in denial and when he dies, baptized in eternal fire he'll shed
So Many Tears.
Inspired by Tupac's So Many Tears
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