"Never again," he said post mortem
But he could never sit and get his stuff sorted
Over the time, the dream, it got farther
And over time, her heart, it grew harder

A dozen broken promises never did her good,
It was like she would rather be back in the hood
She got tired of waiting for the nada
That's when her boot hit terra cotta

It was after she declared she'd be bad on her own,
She didn't need a nobody just to show her wrong
So one day he was out and had to go home
But he found out that her bag and her clothes were gone

But he found out that there was a picture in the frame,
And he saw that it wasn't the same
As he left it, 'cause the glass was shattered like nothing mattered
And on the metal etching, she'd scratched out her name.

[chorus]
My story's not unique, getting up has got me down
This is my history, I won't let it get me down
In Nirvana, the center of balance and peace of soul

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i think. been trying to get back to my rap instrumentals, after hearing lil wayne's "3 peat". more when i do more.