| Blood on my hands, blood on my wrist, yeah
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| Fighting the pain, clenching my fist, yeah
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| Y’all probably saying, «How did he get here?»
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| I recollect while I sit here
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| Nothing is going right, dreaming that my demons is on sight
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| Maybe I’ve been living the wrong life
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| Project building children, I’m just one of many children
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| Raised by the system, pops was a victim
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| We didn’t wanna sell but they was 'bout to evict him
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| And his whole family, momma got trama from drama
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| It’s insanity, recently she been strung out
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| Caught her where the drug dealers hung out
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| She seen me and ran like shots rung out
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| Just a matter of time before the block come out
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| And tell me I’m a crack baby, I need a gat maybe
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| I’m only 15, it’s that crazy
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| Blood on my hands, blood on my wrist, yeah
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| Fighting the pain, clenching my fist, yeah
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| Y’all probably saying, «How did he get here?»
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| I recollect while I sit here
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| Grandma say, «Life is precious», but I can’t stand it
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| I ain’t living life, I’m doing life on the planet
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| I got a friend in my head that understand it
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| That voice taking control, I call her Janet
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| Not schizophrenic I just see the real things
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| Can it be therapeutic to kill things?
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| Especially when they become a burden
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| Like that little kid that could never get a word in
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| Never getting love, never been deserving
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| Well hopefully they clap when it’s closed curtains
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| I’m so certain, I ain’t finna grow
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| I don’t wanna breathe, I just wanna go (What?)
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| Blood on my hands, blood on my wrist, yeah
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| Face of disgrace, I promised I wouldn’t drip tears
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| Small heart, big fears, looking in the mirror
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| This is it, yeah, never thought I’d be my own killer
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| Mom’s dealer gave me something that’d numb the filler
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| Every bit of the pain, the wall and floor stained
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| Been in this bathroom for about an hour
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| Grandma sleep, she thinking I’m in the shower
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| But by the time she wake up, no more drama
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| Just nerve damage and nirvana
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| A step closer to death, I feel calmer, I feel purpose
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| At home it’s easy to feel worthless
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| The knife I used is laying on the floor
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| I sure am satisfied, I done tried before
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| I’m having flashbacks to everything that I saw
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| Then I feel somebody opening the door
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| Blood on my hands, blood on my wrist, yeah
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| Family screaming, damn my demons got me
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| Prayer couldn’t stop me, heaven dropped me
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| Now I suffer, grandma calling for my mother
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| She don’t want me but I love her
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| Sorry to my baby brother, no more pain, I got you covered
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| All this bleeding fucked the tub up
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| Grandma lift me, thought I hovered
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| In this world it’s gotten tougher, pop I love you
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| So much shit I needed from you
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| Hope I didn’t disappoint you
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| It was either this or join you in that prison
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| Grandma gripping my small body, telling me to hold on
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| Her palms so soft, make me wanna stay strong
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| Her eyes watering, wonder where we went wrong
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| By the time they cared, I was gone |