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Between the Cracks by Angel

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Between the Cracks  by Angel - Hip Hop/Rap  music cover art

Between the Cracks

Hip Hop/Rap

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i don’t talk much, got tired of explainin’ myself, every word felt like beggin’ for help, raised by the cold, slept next to regret, they fed me guilt with a fork full’ of debt, mom stayed quiet, pop stayed bitter, had to learn how to swim in a house full’ of splinters, they smiled
when i cracked, but flinched when i snapped, so i learned how to hold all my rage in the back, that we love you lot, it’s a script from a play, where i’m the villain if i don’t obey, fuck that, i ain’t built for your pedestal lies, i was draggin’ my name while you watched me die, now i keep to myself, y'all laugh when i’m dead, i ain’t chasin’ no bond, just a fuck with my head, you want my respect, then earn that shit, cause i gave you my all and you burned that bridge, they ain’t seen me cry, but i cracked in the silence, broke down in the dark where they cheered on my violence, but i rose with a smirk and a fucked up grin, heart full of holes but i stitched that skin, now i move like a ghost through familiar
hell, say i’m cold, nah bitch i just know myself, clocking in pain since a young ass age,
cutting some of my soul, scream rage, all the mutuations, turn to fuel, now i spit like
a blade, make a fake ones drill, working in silence, i debark at the wind, get flexed
in the ego, ain’t building a squad where it′s down, i don’t put a spot in, i don’t
put a stick to, i got clout, these ain’t one to rob, can’t hit my own hands, so it′s
broad, now piece of bing bling, no rope, no guilt, let the bridge to burn down, but floods
got built, i ain’t here for a wrench, but a placer bent, snap at it, taste they tie,
time flips, holy colonel act, i tried to try to care the world, the mic′s back, act,
tell a fake family talk, bitch we′d die, kill for the whore, they′ve wrapped in the
tracks, i’m built and alone, yeah it′s harder, they go broke than the fake, how i
felt, told to myself, you′re the one that survives, so i spit like i lived through
a thousand lives, you aren′t real, then fuck what it′s cost, broke through a few
rationing bars, damn, she said i miss you, i said prove it, she said i love you, i said
who you pretending, i was real when it hurt, you was real when it′s calm, now i′m left
in the ash, but you moved on with charm, friends turn fake, hearts turn cold, and the pain
don′t stop, just cause i don′t fold, i smile like it′s fine, but the hurt run deep,
got thoughts to hit harder than this shit, i don′t speak, i try to be better, they
wanted me blind, try to show love, they read it as pride, so i drift like smoke, in a world
full of noise, they let the silence speak louder than the fake ass voice, i′ve been
stabbed in the back, kissed on the cheek, they only love you when you′re fucking weak,
but i grew teeth younger, they can just stand now, my thoughts break out, but i′m lake,
and the grey go tank, still up in new gritty flacks, when i drift, now you mad, i′m broke,
it don′t lack,