This whole song describes how I feel :
"Trapped, no shield, no sword
The unbeaten path got my soul so sore
Allured by the lust, something money can't cure
The Devil want me as is, but God he want more
Eyes closed, eyes open, great another day, here we go
like a nigga woke up late in The Truman Show"
I walk alone!
In the words of Clay Davis... Shhheeeeiiiiiiiitttttttttt! (The Wire reference... if you've never seen the show before... you will die an unhappy death :))
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