Ball till you fall
At first its hard to deal with,
You'll never be the same,
They'll get a hold of you,
An mess up your brain,
Now your cool,
Thinking your the man,
How could you plan for this,
Caught by the man,
looking at prison,
maybe 5 to 10,
Time is hard,
Now where are your friends,
They stole your stuff,
As soon as you went in,
And your nice car,
Your ex is pimping it,
Time goes by slow,
But your almost out,
Things will be different,
We have are doubts,
Now you are free,
And balling again,
life is game my best friend will never win.
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