Angry
Anger flows through my veins, when I think of the pastEver so haunted, when will it pass
Growing pains, the things I've done and things I've seen
Would I be here today, if you know what I mean
The struggle to grow up, the city I was raised
The things I did to see eighteen, should I really be praised
Ive done it all, robberies, car theft, hustling rock
Cut people, been cut, hell even been shot
No father figure around, had no one to follow
So I did what I had to, just to see tomorrow
I remember the day, my friend died in my arms
Shot in the face, as we sat in the car
Over what, a couple of bills
That day in my lap, I watched his blood spill
The loss of family and friends, a life of darkness
Haunted by it all, but I push on regardless
Now a successful man, it's been many years
It never gets easier, so I still shed tears
If I could, I wonder if I'd do it all again
I don't know, so I carry this anger till the day my life ends
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