The anxious asthmatic,
Tight chest, type addict
House on fire, too scared
Breath the smoke up in the attic
Life frantic, skit so drawn out
Dramatic,
But the floor soon fall out
They back scratchin
Deep regression
Sleeps all day
No progression
Deep breathes they say
No progression
So I hold my breath
There's a better way
But I'm scared to death
There aint a better way
You better leave bra, the scales are tipped
teeteering seesaw
Get back on that mystery horse
wimpering weesnaw
Freestyles became who we are
For the most part
The cool cats no longer we are
gettin declaw
Just trying to hold on
To what remains
And we hold strong
There will be better days
But these things dont change
With laughter as my bycycle pump
I Have a little fun, goin on runs with my little puns,
Grown boys tell me to go (sail) to the sun
like Bye little ones, yall wit is gone
But you cannot fly with dry brittle lungs
Believe me, that's something I would of done
They weigh me down like a tonne
Docs try and make me breath
Put the pump to my tonque
But the shoe dont fit
Not Cinderella after the ball
With the louis vutton
Curtains Drawn
Pumpkin drove off cause I waited to long
Way past midnight
Talkin crack of dawn
But whats that mean?
Soon enough that sun gonna shine
And I'll open my eyes
To what remains
And I'll slowly realize
There will be better days
These things may change
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