sana mcdaniel

Flourtown,PA

IM SO SICK OF FIGHTING

IM SO SICK OF PRETENDING..CAN YOU HEAR ME

ALL MY LIFE I LIVED A STRUGGLE

IN AND OUT OF HOMES CALLING PEOPLE PARENTS WHO DOESN"T OWN WHO AM I ON MY OWN

I LOST MY MOTHER AT 11YEARS_OLD

I GAVE BIRTH TO MY CHILD AT 14 WHO TOLD

I BEEN RAPED ABUSED WITH SO MANY CLUES

SOMETIMES I ASK MYSELF WHAT IS A RULE

HOW CAN I THINK STRAIGHT HOW CAN I HAVE A CLEAN MIND

WHEN I DON"T HAVE NOTHING TO SHINE

I STRIVE FOR THE BEST

IM LIVING BY PROGRESS BUT GUESS WHAT YOU DON'T KNOW THE REST

MY LIFE FEELS LIKE HELL HOW CAN I FOCUS IN HELL

I WANT TO LIVE FOR THE BEST AND NOT BY SUCCESS

WILL I EVER GET SOME PEACE TO REST

MY MOTHER LEFT WITH NO CLUES NO ISSUES TO EXCUSE NOW IM SCARED OF RULES

I'VE BEEN HURT SO MANY TIMES IM LIVING BULL SHIT DOWN THE LINE

IF YOUR READING THIS YOU SHOULD FEEL HOW IM FEELING WITHOUT NO DEALS

PLACEMENT AND GROUPHOMES AND FOSTER HOMES IS MY HOMES BECAUSE ALL MY LIFE THATS ALL I'VE KNOWN

PEOPLE SAY THEY KNOW ME PEOPLE SAY THEY KNEW ME BUT HOW DO YOU KNOW ME WHEN I DONT EVEN KNOW ME

I SING TO RELIEVE THE STRESS

I RAP TO SHOW PEOPLE WHAT'S LESS

BUT I WRITE PEOTRY TO ANALZE THE REST

MY FAMILY AINT SHIT THEY SHOW LOVE WITHOUT SHOW

THEY MAKE ME FEEL BETTER WHEN THEY SAY YOO'

DO YOU THINK YOU KNOW

ALL I HAVE IS MY SON BUT THE STATE TOOK HIM LIKE A RUN

BUT IM ALONE TRYING TO MAKES THINGS BETTER FOR MY SON

FUCK A FATHER I NEED A TRUE FAMILY MORE THAN MONEY MORE THAN MATERIALS BE REAL LOOK WHAT I BECOME

LIFE IS FULL OF SHIT HOW CAN I FULFUL IT WHEN ITS FULLED WITH SHIT

I LOVE MY SON DONT GET ME WRONG BUT HOW AM I GOING TO BE A PARENT WHEN I DON'T HAVE MY OWN

I LOVE NATURE BUT IT GETS WORST LIKE I'LL SEE YOU LATER

IM UPDATING THIS SO YOU CAN SEE MY HATERZ

I USE TO SMOKE ALOT I USE TO DRINK MORE THAN I APPEAR I USE TO HAVE SEX UNTIL TEARS DISAPPEARS BUT ALL I GOT WAS DIRTY DRAWINGS DIRTY LOOKS DIRTY BITCHEZ DIRTY HOOKS BUT IM COOL CAUSE IM STILL STANDING

TIMES WAS HARD LIFE WAS FRAUDS

IM STILL STANDING YOU THOUGHT I FOUGHT..

I FIGHT LIKE A GUN MY HANDS SHOOT YOU DOWN WHEN YOU RUN

MY STRENGHT IS LIKE A BOMB ITS STRONGER WITHOUT TIME

MY REMORSE IS LIKE MAC ITS GETS THICKER THROUGH THE RACK

YO

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