Forgot

Do I still have it, I know I do, Just gotta find the right release, Or is it the right beat, I keep making excuses to questions no one asks, but me, Feeling like I need to set myself free, I believe I can get myself there, Yet where do I start, Smoking weed and drinking ain't helped shit, Almost makes it harder, All I write is poems no rhymes yet, So much ambition lost down the pipe or mixed in my glass, Fuck this rap shit I'm worried bout my future,. Knowing it's in me to be back where I once was, When the only confidence I had was in music.

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