Marco Miacosa - 22

I been alone since like twenty one,
Jotting this shit down since fifteen.
I fell in love around eighteen.
And she probably don’t even miss me.
But I ain’t never need no bitch, not her, not you, and not them. No homies, no friends and no clique.
It’s my god, my paper, that’s it. Man.
Never thought I’d get this shallow, better this then me hung on Gallows and I felt like that for awhile.
Depression, Depression. Hide my emotions, can’t find em. No Legend. I get just what I need and then I go dead it. I block em, I said it. You call I reject it.
I know what you texted me, yeah hoe, I read it.
Matter fact, I laughed - and I read it twice…
Tear drops in my eyes man I couldn’t lie.
Felt the devil arms wrapped on my shoulders.
Keep it cool? Dawg, I never felt colder.
Hold her tight, real tight. Man, choke her.
Fuck love, and everything that I told ya.
Coupe’d up in Los Angeles, East.
One AM make a hundred eighty beats.
Santa Fe kid taught me patience. He -
Said this shit’s all for a reason, don’t let it beat you up. Dawg, see shit for the light that it brings with the seasons. Fuck the sun I don’t even wanna see it. Man, I’m cold. Man, its blue when I’m bleeding.
Lost my unc, man I don’t want to breathe in
Lost my girl, man I turn to a heathen.
Lost my granny… I don’t smile, I need to.
Hope twenty-two feel like redo.

Written by:
MARC VALENZUELA GARCIA

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