| I used to have the mind of a revolutionary now it’s dead
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| Cause the Devil got these images that’s dancing in my head
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| If I don’t take these pills then I can’t get out of bed
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| And I gotta pay the bills so I gotta take my meds
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| That’s what the voice says, it was never there before
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| It was another voice that’s telling me you’re a father, you’re a husband
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| The argument is hard to win, it leads to more discussion
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| Every other thought is rushing like it’s fucking water busting
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| I’ve been sleeping with the TV cause I left it on
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| Pass out from the Xani bars licking chicken szechuan
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| Broken fingers figure shit I think it must’ve kept em gone
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| Otherwise I’m like a ticking effin bomb weapon drawn
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| Pace around the floor freaking every creak I’m stepping on
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| Thought I heard the cops coming no I must’ve guessed it wrong
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| Flip the stations all around, nothing but deception on
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| I don’t know what’s real or not, hear I’m planning methadone
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| Look I’ve never been mistaken for the social type
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| Overnight mix and match meds and get the potion right
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| Name it I take it I took it I baked it cooked it and ate it
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| Like God made it till I’m crooked
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| Psycho pharmaceuticals rebooted my brain
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| My death is stained by whatever’s fun, the proof in my veins
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| So when I took it I stare at my reflection like it’s throwing threats in my
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| direction
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| Now I look at life and cope like any addict
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| Might be an addict by candlelight
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| Every shade drawn, every day’s dawn good and gone as I write
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| You can bet it’s like street corner hustling
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| FDA muscle in funnelling cash into new epidemics
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| They usher in mass produced pain
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| Paranoia that they mask with their lawyers and brass
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| Next stop poisonous gas, chill the citizen’s strain
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| Chain smoke stacks burn us to ash
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| [Chorus / samples: We living in them days of the manmade ways
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| They brainwashing us, it’s America’s plan
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| I’m about to rebel, we all slaves in the system
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| We’re dying over money and relying on religion] - 2X
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| Yeah, I used to have the mind of a revolutionary but it’s gone
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| I’m dishevelled, I’m a rebel, I’m a devil with a bomb
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| As I settle every motherfucking ghetto has a song
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| Put the metal to my temple when I wrestle with Saddam
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| Yeah you see the mind control divide your soul
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| I rhymed it though in ‘94 but no
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| Y’all ain’t listened to anything I was telling y’all
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| About the biochip inside you and impending war
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| I run over you fucking devils like I’m Mendenhall
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| Overseas they dying young, they sending y’all
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| The cash system is dead, y’all just pretend to ball
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| Glocks and clips, apocalypse repent or fall
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| Do y’all believe in the birth of a nation?
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| I call it control, they call it coercive persuasion
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| Yeah all of them serpents of Satan
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| I’mma build a bomb shelter, only let the persons of faith in |