WAng The Emcee - Survive

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WAng The Emcee - Survive myspace.com/wangnigga myspace.com/therealhuy myspace.com/djkidcarbon713 i got this liqour and this mixture of weed couldnt persuade her to stay, when he convinced her to leave she was the air thta i breathe, so im burnin my lungs and i blow smoke to blur the vision of her and my son i stay high away from earth, where my hurting is numb so give me hell, im doing well, shit what worse could be done and after all she did to me, i still hope tht it was worth it i guess we aitn agreed when i thought that we was perfect fact i have to face, i dont really have a choice it would help without her face, and dont wanna here her voice but, when we talk, she always ask, remember this?! that HURTS... why you tryna make me remininse but she likes to come around, say hi and how you been hows the music goin, you gettin big? what now you jin? ha, i smile and wave, act cool then we part ways my mouth say a few words to ignore when my heart say survivin war, returnin home, but no legs you still alive but ya pride and ya soul dead and im disabled, is this livin at all? wheres the hospital, someone please give em a call i need new everything, with her, i was givin my all and i still dont understand why’d she lift me to fall cuhz see love.. love aint just a gift from the mall love is a gift from god, and he gives it to all but i got too excited, shit i read the tag wrong cant see me cry tho, naw i got my mask on another day gon, the feels still there but ive adapted and im cruisin in my wheel chair but do you still care?.. wait dont asnwer that dont crush my hope of give me hope that one we’ll get back cuhz i’ll hold you to ya word, and i’ll hold it until it hurts till it east my soul, let it go to flow it in a verse i kno we fucced up, but i still hope it worked feels like a good meal, except wit no desert and this was real love, its what we both deserve aint got a heart tho. just got this hole reserved sometimes i wish she died, or atleast i did but i survive knowin she aborted my kids