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Chris Patrick

Chris Patrick (born August 22, 1984) is a former American football offensive tackle. He was signed by the New York Giants as an undrafted free agent in 2007. He played college football at the University of Nebraska. Patrick was also a member of the New England Patriots, Green Bay Packers, Detroit Lions, Philadelphia Eagles, Kansas City Chiefs, San Francisco 49ers, Edmonton Eskimos, Toronto Argonauts, Virginia Destroyers, and Saskatchewan Roughriders. more »

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You niggas,
Act like bitches 
Each time shit hit the fan 
Move different 
Chris been addicted 
to seeing visions lands 
Cold floors on palettes 
Eviction notices
Whip got slammed 
Label ain’t resign me 
I’m dead broke 
Tryna flip the plan 
Written after written 
After written 
Till my wrist is jammed 
Can’t waste a fucking line 
make sure every verse a 10 for 10
Picturing the moment
My redemption arc
Could ascend to win
Ain’t switching up the focus 
Till i open doors and 
Get up in 

The same fucking buildings 
that they locked me out 
Negative balance in my account 
And I’m still popping out 
Opportunistic, 
I’m at the smi and JID shit rocking out 
Thinking “If this shit my only chance” 
Then I’m gon wild out

Shit i got my smile out 
Little do they know, I’m feel the pain erupt 
The woman i was pose to spend my life 
Said she hate my guts
Niggas killed my cousin
Plus my grandma wasn’t waking up 
still fucked them stages up
I told Rob and Kev
I’m in that field until my grave is tucked 

F*ck i looking like sleeping 
Whens there more to do with this dream 
I can’t even buy my mom a crib off of these sixteens 
rent was late again, 
They said they need that by the fifteenth 
I’ll make it work 
Im begging my landlord 
Told em to give me

2 more days
48 passing 
Watch me come up 
with this bread 
In more ways than we imagined 
Bitch my craziness is passion 
Go to lengths to see my greatness 
Reach the masses 

I was whipping up 
Protein shakes in the crib 
to make up for meals i ain’t have 
Booked for shows with the guys 
But spent most the bread on the Trav
Working till 3 am 
But at 6 I’m back in my bag
f*ck is self-preservation 
I needed this shit so damn bad 

Moving quickly
Essentially 
My selfishness been blooming from a bent tree
Growth is full of pain
But i grew numb to when shit hit me
A family home with kids in the backyard 
Been sounding risky 
I had to make a choice,
And that choice i made was to pick me,

Like pick me’s 

I’m standing on decisions 
I’m channeling 
a space to make 
tangibles from my vision 
If i die, then so be it 
I’ll handle it when i get there 
failure ship doesn’t live here 

I done told y’all mother fuckers 

That I’m Tired of running
Tired of ducking 
I’m tired of struggling 
I’m tired of tiredness 
Tired of suffering 
trying my hardest 
I gotta try something 
gotta try something 
I gotta try something 
I gotta try something 
For its too late

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