| Money talks
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| Bullets sing and the city moans
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| I watched the pressure turn a man into a pile of bones and eat him
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| Hard to believe that I used to humor it
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| God became a box that I put my treacherous future in
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| Threw it all away
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| Some part of me is still in it
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| Swimming in dark waters that swallow a man’s vision
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| They turn us into collisions
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| Swerving off of the road
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| Show me one fuck given
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| I’ll show you a dozen owed man
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| I saw your finger pointed at me from the roof
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| Want to feel a little closer come and wrestle with the truth
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| Shit
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| I was told that I wouldn’t ever be you so they pumped me full of drugs to make
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| a version they could use
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| Then they wonder why I used
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| Yeah they wonder
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| Tell me what would you expect when they poison us at the roots
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| No help just a whole bunch of «told you so’s» but I’ve survived because in the
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| dirt is where the roses grow
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| Now I’m stronger than I’ve ever been
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| It was raining outside they wouldn’t let us in
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| Showered down got soaked to the bone
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| But in the morning I was surrounded by roses
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| Roses came from a seed
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| These roses grown in the city
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| Roses thrown at my feet
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| These roses surrounded me
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| When we were down
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| Nobody ever gave a shit
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| Just a couple of food stamps and a waiting list
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| Momma checking her savings
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| But we ain’t making it
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| Single lady with baby’s the 80's made me this
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| It doesn’t phase me but lately I’ve been crazy as shit
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| Admit you hate me
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| Because this faking not helping a bit
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| Not lazy but they haven’t paid me or gave me a tip
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| My heart is vacant
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| It’s aching and breaking to bits
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| If my skin started fading I can pay some rent
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| My mind is racing
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| Got me facing the pavement and bricks
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| Changing pages but they booked me for raising my kid
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| I’m sorry but this lifestyle got me chasing the chips
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| No handouts
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| I’d rather prove myself until I bring your inner fan out
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| Then you’ll understand what these thoughts in my heads about
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| Fuck standing out
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| Put my voice in the speakers
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| And you can see it’s panning out
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| Now I’m stronger than I’ve ever been
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| It was raining outside they wouldn’t let us in
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| Showered down got soaked to the bone
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| But in the morning I was surrounded by roses
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| Roses came from a seed
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| These roses grown in the city
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| Roses thrown at my feet
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| These roses surrounded me |