This is a concept I might expand on.

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Consider this an open letter.
Hoping that you can start feeling better.
I've had a hard time too, there's nothing much that I can tell ya.
That I ain't said before.
Whatchu think, that I ain't never felt sad before.
I had to grow up in an unestablished home.
Couldn't get a grip on life 'cause I never had a hold.
And I know you wanna do what's best 'cause your back and forth.
But a decade down the road
You still won't, let your old habits go.

Open Letter (Snippet)

Whispering about dumb shit on my keyboard.

Keyboard

Inspired by true events, might change the beat.


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I couldn't speak, seemed calm beneath was restless.
With all this evidence present no question he'll arrest us.
A federal indictment in plain sight on the dressers.
Aluminum foil on top of scales for good measure.
But I don't know about all that business from my ventures.
How could I explain it with prosecutors so relentless?
I often times feel like it's designed so cops can get us.
Risk of livin' with felons while dwelling in tough conditions.
Excelling and ducking prison systems.
'Cause really I don't want a sentence or assistance, that's what they're willing give us.
You'll get off of the charge, you got information to give us.
But that don't take all of the blame off of the dealers.
These thoughts are familiar. I put myself in this position.
I know that anything's for sale but dodging cells can get expensive.
That's optimism, seen clips with cops maliscious.
Heart rockin' like an engine, didn't even stop to frisk us.
Didn't even bother with us they were on a mission.
They were after my father but they had just missed him.
Shit was serious brought FBI and dogs with 'em.
Glad I didn't get involved with it.


Guilty By Association (Rough Draft)

Uncut Freestyle

Another freestyle since I haven't posted anything in a while.

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