These cords around my neck I'm getting rid of these suckas one by one. I'll show you who's fit to be hung! These cords of old pains, thick and thin just like my veins. These cords around my neck appeared with no trace of origin and in this dimension I'll melt them same cords like candles. Feeling like chains breaking that man hold. Oh yeah this that shit I can handle.
This is the story of the cords, the rope and the chains that hang us. Why must I reminisce about that shit that got me pissed? Thinking about all them first kisses that turned into "Ahh hell nah, this right here not the business". Oh my God this nigga trippin, what the fuck is this! This was not even on my wish list! Oh but I have wisdom now, so I'm gonna go ahead and whip up some spiritual self healing and just keep on BREATHING.
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Author:
Shetonya Latryce (
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I like this 'I'm gonna go ahead and whip up some spiritual self healing and just keep on BREATHING'
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