What do you do when there’s no one to talk to

and these walls are closing in

and all you got is you.

You ain’t been held in a minute.

But you ain’t been vulnerable in a second.

Enough weight in your shoulders

to destroy a nigga clavicle

but you been alone for awhile

so you know everyone dies alone.

Lone wolf in my eyes

keep marching towards the prize.

You can’t give up on your dreams

because they really ain’t that far.

You got up more than you failed

and that’s saying a lot.

Where others sat and folded

you decided to take another hit.

You were always bad at knowing

when to quit.

 

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