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Used to think you could wait and life

will happen for you, just sit back and cyph,

it takes more actions and full blown guts,

to burn the roof off life like straw huts

that were left out in the sun to sit back and relax,

to deal with the burnt village you pop xanax,

and retrace the tracks left in the dirt,

disobeying elders, the knowing will hurt,

follow and follow, walk along the prints,

until they lead up to a girl, suddenly splints

are needed to move, as she turns and sprints,

opens up a car door and sits behind dark tints,

my momma told me, and my grandma reminded

me that life isn't all about what's left behind it,

i try to remember it everytime i'm down,

her words may live on even when neither are around.