I'm too fake for my being,
Obsessed with infatuation for love,
Madness for modernity.
All in one ,no one to level off.
I've been passed over by luck,
Nothing to patch together
Ripped off by my own country men,
And all memories rubbed out.
There's nothing to latch onto,
Yeah for there's nothing to learn from
From Tupac to Wayne all lighten up
And seems like ,like cures like.
All my energy now gone down the drain,
For I'm who Iam not.
My looks from the inside dished out
And it's clear a number has been done on me.
I've crossed invisible bridges,
Maybe coz I had too many irons in the fire
But all these brought by riding a high horse.
Hence I'm to fake for my being.
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