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I'm an Instagator period.
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Teenagers right and left having sex recklessly//
And they have tendancy to get a pregnancy//
My friends on extacy, they want me to expierement//
My fear of it don't come near my feeling to get near to it//
And I thought battles with matics were phat, but I'm past that shit//
But now my packs adaptoded to gat-packing attack habits//
Women grow breasts and ass in one year, it eye popping//
Now I can't walk by somones chest and pass thouht my jaw dropping//
And now they all talking bout when they gonna get laid//
What happened to the chicks I knew in 5th and 6th grade//
Just afraid some one day, they'll get aids, or some disease//
Seeing green in her pee from she being on her knees//
My pals got a problem with copping condoms from store//
They say he's underage, and drop him out the the door//
So he solves the problem thought a condom on em and goes with nothin//
But I saw the blonde he gotten, and I knew that she was hidin sumthin//
Chorus
It feels like the rest of the worlds growing but I'm not//
Its like time stops, I try to find my clock//
But instead find glocks, with no sign of crime drops//
Nines cocked with five shots thorugh my block//
Passerby's die, the streets stained with innocence//
Ligements fin to different predicaments//
I hate anything thats concerning my past//
Me start learning to rap friends turning they back//
Saying he was using me for some ex-girlfriend i had??//
But it didnt get me burn, I just learned to move past//
I never want to love a chick again//
Cause the chick might convince me commit a sin//
Cause I will not forgive her, I will get revenge//
It might be her crib that the fifth attends//
It just depends, how hard you split my heart//
But no matter how much i try you rip it harder than the first time//
Like a verse with no rhymes its pointless, unavoidable, a poisonous boil with no ointment//
Should I open up to the world? Or be throwing up cause I'm growing up//
Now.... people resort to the toaster when quarreling over stuff
I keep a cold shoulder over the world till it changes//
Till I grow older and everything rearranges//
Lieing and crying, we need to learn to exsist//
Societys not dieing; we're murdering it//
