I turn blunt my claws
Walking away from foes
Picked up the low key
To focus on who I wanna be
I get on my bed crawling
My heavy heart keeps yawning
My brain commands me to quit
But my stubborn heart won’t offer a sit
I want to open my beak
But the heart fights back
Denying me to speak
Chilling with some people makes me sick
I disconnected from the streets
The wickedness in it will never cease
Got no one to please
Focused on making Ps
I am heading to the top
Put my real ones on the map
Venture the world coz we up
Bring my claws out sharp
McXanti
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