Drop #1
Drop #2
I wrote this in jail, so it's kinna emotional.
[Verse]
Sence I, was a young child, I've ben dope
Trinna coop with the trialz of tyme, with no hope
Dead broke, lost with a mind of mixed thoughts
Crossin the line, trinna find were this shit stops
I gots cops, always watchin my tail
And I failed ta make bail, so my fates ta take jail
I'm locked up off the streets, feelin obsoleat
I'm so weak, that I pass in and outta sleep
I can't take it it's like I'm about to snap
But if I did that, I'd never get ta lace another track
Or gain back, the credit I invented in Tha Brooke
Look, I gained my stack through my days as a crook
It's like every day, that I'm stuck at the Hay
I feel like I've gone krazy, what more can I say
I've already said it all, kuz I spit it through rhyme
But thats what happens wene your battalin the trialz of time
[Hook]
The Trialz of Tyme lead a path of a funny world
As an essece of pain erruptes while hates unfurl
desent becomes lothed as friends become strangers
and the memories of the past, will last in bitter angers
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