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Eh yo, welcome to my world, please listen |
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HEY! |
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Poison in my veins, inside I'm torturing my brains, |
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And still I try, aiaiai |
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Voices in my head, am I alive or am I dead, |
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Alone I cry, aiaiaiai |
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[Verse 1:] |
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The shit that I'm in and the pain, I'm literally going insane |
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I'm frightened, my heart and my head have been fightin |
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I'm certain that it's hurtin the rest of my body |
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Them voices as loud as manhattan come chattin, |
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They say? and you kno you better than al of these replicates screamin they represent |
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C'mon man c'mon man |
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And the people inside me say they wanna see me go on tragically |
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And it's evil, cause I'm only 20 something working for a crumbs n some bread |
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[Chorus] |
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[Verse 2:] |
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The harder the struggle the deeper the trouble, |
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Come out of the bubble, I'll teach you to cuddle, |
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With demons inside me, what demon is not me, |
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These demons inside me they got me, they stop me from feedin, |
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And eatin and keepin it even, and even my reason for breathin this season, |
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Sleetin in a danger, my nose when I'm readin, it's bleedin on paper, |
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It's bleedin on paper, |
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And I'm tired of this violence, so tortured inside?, akward and overly open inside, have I already died, |
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Has mom already cried? And why do I feel like I'm over this life, |
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I'm not hateful, I'm grateful, my girlfriend is tasteful, livin it up, |
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I might even blow, like a leak in a truck, with a torch and a clutch, |
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And explosion that leaves a whole? of dust, and the people, |
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Inside me saying, they wanna see me go tragically, |
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And it's evil, cause I'm only twenty something, working for some crumbs and some bread |
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[Verse 2:] |
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I'm still awake, and it's quarter to six, |
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I'm trying to write and I ain't thought of no shhh, |
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I live with guilt like I slaughtered the sick, |
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I live with shame, like my daughter a bitch, |
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I don't make living but I still persist, I could sell out but I still resist, |
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So don't tell me about no pain and shit, |
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I was born and raised in poverty bitch, |
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And I smile all the while and don't complain, |
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I'm something like gail scott heroine, |
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Do you know what it feels like to lose a friend, again and again and again, again |
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The bitterness in the killer the poet, the river of blood within the mess flowin, |
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I'm the bitterness in the killer the poet, the river, the blood will keep on flowin, |
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People inside me say, the wanna see me go on tragically, |
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And it's evil, it's evil, cause I'm only twenty something years old working for a crumb or some bread or nothin |
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[Chorus: until end] |