conflicted confessions

[Pakistani Hand Cannon]

this was not dope.

Tired of these piled bills and no gas to fill my beater car
Cant you see the scars? I seem to bleed till i cant no more
eyes have dried out like crack whores stuck in a sand storm
I demand a normal life, where are the rewards for all my strife?

i mean what the fuck can i call that but whack? serious? - on some real shit though, that is the lowest part of this verse. i mean it aint all bad, but i aint gonna be tell you this was nice just so you dont get offended - there's just nothing to this verse, no substance, nothing that really struck a cord, i mean despite the title being what it is n shit nothing seemed heartfelt or authentic for a second, you seemed more concerned about making it rhyme than anything else...but so many muhfukaz do that i must be wrong lol

wdeva take it how you want it, minus that crack whore line, nothing was really that bad, but in a similar note i couldnt tell you a thing a liked about this verse.

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