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Artist JoeMac
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Missing

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I sometimes wanna put myself on a wanted poster and write missing, ten thousand dollar reward for this person if found dead or alive, see I strived to expand my horizons but the sunset long before I made it to water's edge, I tried to do the same as I did with all my words and get into people's heads, not for nothing malicious, but just for remembrance, and now its taking a whole 360 degree turn for the worse, cause I'm looking at once again never ever spittin a verse cause if it cause this much hurt then it really aint worth it, I can't control reactions or vibes, all I can control is my actions after the poetry, many can show their interest, but if I come home to lay on your chest then I'm truly showing you that you define the term home is where the heart is, but now my heart is doubling back, in fact, my heart is starting to decline to the point of flatline cause being dead has got to be better than living half heartedly, so I'm thinkin bout goin out tomorrow to smash my face on purpose so that the next time a female looks at me I'll be worthless in her eyes, and that way no matter what I spit, I wouldn't be on their minds if God reincarnated me as their personal head wrap, also, lemme scrap the notion of ever being seen with flowers in my hand, cause now I don't want any random female getting the idea that they can steal me from you so I can be their man, I'll just keep that high profile love lowkey, now I know why Aaliyah wrote that four page letter, cause sometimes a single page can't conceal how you really feel, and I feel like I'm stuck at the bottom of the barrel in a lose-lose situation, cause either way I go I'm losing something, either something that makes me, or I'm losin something that makes me, and its breaking me down to a mere shell of myself, cause I can't never ever really be myself if myself is causing this, I did this before anything serious popped off, but now poppin off bout p-poppin has me stopping dead in my tracks, wondering whether me plus lust equals mistrust, and that equation right there is enough for me never to wanna do math again....a friend...maybe I'm not even that, cause friends don't make you feel like that, so maybe I'm just the typical man

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