| This is my story and I want you to judge for yourself
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| who is in the right, and who is in the wrong
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| now listen up as I explain
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| (european hip-hop to the core
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| and I’m gonna give you more)
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| (check it out)
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| it’s my life!
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| yeah, come on yeah, come on Here come these verbs, listen to these words
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| when I kick off my lip, verses that I spit
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| my life has been sick and fall away into the glass
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| I’ve been shaked and kicked and broke into the last
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| I physically abused my wife until she left me destiny for me has ended all tragicly
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| look at me I stand in the mirror
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| look into my eyes, all the pain, my life has been ended
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| my trainer thought he’s beyond psycho-reasonably
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| evil thoughts in my head, I’m startin' to season me she’s took away my kids and slept with many men
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| and now my problems, with this girl are coming to the end
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| screamin' visions, (what I asked)?, shall I glance (?)
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| I gather my gun, my knife, my mask
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| a lunatic like me don’t really cares who stands in the way
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| now journey with me, as I creep away
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| I’m creepin' away tonight
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| I’m creepin' away tonight
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| this is my life
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| and this is my knife
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| I’m off, too sad
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| a murder in the shadows night
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| You think that I’m gone when I go away
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| then you’re comin' for me in the morning
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| You think that I’m gone when I go away
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| then you’re comin' for me in the morning
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| You think that I’m gone when I go away
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| then you’re comin' for me in the morning
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| You think that I’m gone when I go away
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| then you’re comin' for me in the morning
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| Now I have dried, I run, duck, I hide
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| my knife is my dirty deal, adrenalin bleeds
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| in my mind these guilty feelins are frozen
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| these vicious slashes, from my mind has been chosen
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| I’m gonna commit a serious crime
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| I have to slice strictly, I’m running out of time
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| I bounce on my victim quick, this is the mind of a lunatic
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| blood is droppin' off my hand and poorin' down my sleeve
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| I jumped in my car quickly as I leave
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| I see the glimpses of their faces and they’re tracin'
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| in the back of my mind I’m swingin' them paces
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| I take my mask off and I drop my knife
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| justice has been avenged in the night
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| I know they will trace this to where I stay
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| and that’s the end of how I creeped away
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| Yo, I’m creepin' away and I’m not gon' get caught
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| 'cause I’m me, and I’m the master
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| check, huh, you can’t get me
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| I’ma always gon' get away
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| just like O.J. |
| I’m gon' get away
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| I’m gon' get away because I’m me |