| Not only is it unfair
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| But I’m not having fun here
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| Sick of exchanging my deepest thoughts with your dumb stares
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| Times of my anguish, lie in my basement
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| Lights off, trying to recite rhymes in sign language
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| I’m anxiously pacing this room, standing obsolete
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| My hands are locked in grief
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| Even my shadows mocking me
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| Drink half the potion, wings snatched in motion
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| Manufactured hearts and shrink wrapped emotions
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| I have to leave this place, it’s evil how
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| The people who tend to speak the loudest always have the least to say
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| I am Jack’s smirking revenge
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| I am pieces of Jack, now wondering why paraffin never worked for me then
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| Conversing with pens
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| Complaining to myself about myself
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| About complaining to myself
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| About myself and so on
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| The rifle I blasted
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| It’s the same cycle I’m trapped in
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| Gettin sliced by the same insane psycho I laughed at
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| I guess, in many ways, MCing is the art of
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| Wasting one’s life complaining bout it
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| Till it falls crushed
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| Lower middle class to middle class
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| To skipping class, to spitting raps
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| To scribbling facts to build his track
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| Before my heart busts
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| If I ever reach the dream, I’ll let it Echo
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| Repeat the scene and let it Echo
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| If I ever need to leave, I’ll let it Echo
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| Please believe I’ll let it Echo
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| If I ever meet defeat, I’ll let it Echo
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| Delete the scene and let it Echo
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| If I ever cease to breathe, I’ll let it echo
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| Release the scream and let it Echo
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| I am no longer a scarecrow in a field of happy faces
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| But I must admit I love the rusted fist I ran away with
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| Pass my days counting pieces of my former mood
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| Giving pointers to the Roman guards that they’re sending in to torture you
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| Look for what’s hidden and stood reminiscing
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| All those times I nodded at you like I understood when I didn’t
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| Logic with half proof And I would not even
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| Conscious but can’t move Wanna stop breathing
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| He was stripped of his stones But I can’t stand the glass room
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| And then locked in a glass room That you all have locked me in
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| STOP IT!
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| I can’t dude
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| You dropped it?
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| I had to
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| I want a clean shot like getting popped in a bathroom
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| (…) by these damn Joes
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| No offered rest stops
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| Flowing with the energy that throws off your head box
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| Confused? |
| I will not sell style for commission
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| When in my day I’m already 12 hours in prison
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| It’s like…
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| If I ever reach the dream, I’ll let it Echo
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| Repeat the scene and let it Echo
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| If I ever need to leave, I’ll let it Echo
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| Please believe I’ll let it Echo
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| If I ever meet defeat, I’ll let it Echo
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| Delete the scene and let it Echo
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| If I ever cease to breathe, I’ll let it echo
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| Release the scream and let it Echo
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| She’s so hard to get attention from
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| He let his tension run
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| Loosened his ring to fight with his flaws and his resentment won
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| Self hate is the aftermath
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| Partly cause it’s pedigree and partly cause he’ll never be
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| The man that she would rather have
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| Invisible monster
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| Innocent militant feeling his heart thump in his neck
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| While her neglect’s ripping his ligaments
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| He’s sick of the show front
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| The whole public is rope judges
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| No, nothing, won’t budge
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| She don’t love him
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| So fuck it
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| Now he’s on some suffocating protest of air pollution
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| Wears his Prudence on his prosthetic passion to scare the humans
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| Compared illusions
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| Trying to convince himself that she don’t exist
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| But he’s too weak to smile, it’s easier to moan and bitch
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| Maybe he’d rather just dwell in her firm grip
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| Maybe he’s sick of talking about himself in third person
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| On the other hand, in this case the left one
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| I limp with a back full of blades
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| And a handful of breadcrumbs
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| Dropped them now I stand twerked
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| I wear my heart on my sleeve
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| But this Summer’s too hot to wear a damn shirt
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| Land hurt and fall victim
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| I know it’ll take more than beats
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| And words that rhyme to solve this one
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| If I ever reach the dream, I’ll let it Echo
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| Repeat the scene and let it Echo
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| If I ever need to leave, I’ll let it Echo
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| Please believe I’ll let it Echo
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| If I ever meet defeat, I’ll let it Echo
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| Delete the scene and let it Echo
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| If I ever cease to breathe, I’ll let it echo
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| Release the scream and let it Echo |