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So many times I tried to find my way through
You won’t get it now, it ain’t you
This a book of life I page through, I seen cries
I burn through tires like candles tryna get away
Using the road least travelled, ain’t no footprints to follow but
If the shoe fits you sort of let the sand slip through the hour glass
And every hour passed you learn to make the fire last
And the wind come through fast so you make a shield
And the dirt they throw at you, you take and build, see days of illmatic
I wasn’t born yet I came with Stillmatic or maybe a year before that
I decor my breathing room as the tablеs turn, cognac in my residence all alonе feeling the best company
But lately I been making effort to let the rest comfort me
Cause they say no man is an island
But I find myself sinking regardless when I get home and look in the mirror
Saying “I’m tired of days being blue, you kinda ain’t being true
To who you are and what you stand for, could what they say be true
That you’re self absorbed and arrogant could those fit you
And your description” but never that I’m about to 21 when the month ends
See I learnt to channel the pain that I feel with the right friends
So I thank everyone who there for me, I just wanna say your light sheds