| What the hell am I supposed to be? |
| Whole world feels so cold to me
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| Can’t let you get close cause life could switch up changing tonally
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| Went from holding groceries to toting toasters holding heat
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| This whole system’s broken me or maybe reawoken
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| Something in me that I can’t ignore, carnivores
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| Blood is tainted, drain it, stain the Hardwood floor
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| You saw in black and white, but now it’s changed up like a Harpsichord
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| You can not step up now, don’t touch the things you can’t afford,
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| you can’t afford
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| Cause I am the product of people as products
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| They tried to make stars out of kids that were fodder
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| But don’t even bother, that life isn’t for us
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| If we’re being honest society’s wild and I’m seeking the forest
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| I’m seeking to forage, the meaning that’s for us
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| And I mean some days, man, I feel like Adonis
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| But some days I’m sick to the pit of my stomach
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| Can’t stick it, of course I’mma vomit
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| Of course I’ve been sick of divisionist systems
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| But who am I? |
| To deny that my nature, it is or it isn’t, exactly what they had
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| envisioned
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| Exactly what they told me from the start, you get what you’re given
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| You’re marked as a piston, but I’ve played the part of a cog that won’t fit in
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| We can break the machine from within it
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| Life is savage, go from aiming for the sky to aiming down the sights of
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| automatics
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| Turning friends to corpses, tragic
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| Cash ain’t all that rules us, but it plays a fucking part
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| Just don’t panic, there’s a few that might still aim to be the star
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| What the hell am I supposed to be? |
| Whole world feels so cold to me
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| Can’t let you get close cause life could switch up changing tonally
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| Went from holding groceries to toting toasters holding heat
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| This whole system’s broken me or maybe reawoken
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| I am awake, but now I’m scared to look myself in the face
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| Homie murdered, eaten without a trace, give me some space
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| I need to wait! |
| I can not wait around, throwing my weight around
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| Sneak through the lobby, I don’t even make a sound
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| Goons in the mafia, we finna take 'em out
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| Chasing a rabbit and I’m finna take her out, I’m finna
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| Friend or food, my body can’t tell the difference
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| Why I gotta keep my distance, questioning can we live in coexistence?
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| When there’s bodies being sold as a business, seeing neighbours in and out of
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| that district
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| See 'em fiending for a piece or fiending for some medication just to suppress
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| the instinct
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| Equal rights? |
| What a brilliant lie
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| Every night another innocent dies
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| They got every right to have that fear in their eyes
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| Because all of us have got a villain inside
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| And I’m slowly turning into what I despise
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| Who am I? |
| Suit and tie
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| Jacket off, rabbit paw in my pants, drag 'em off
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| Lucky me, but my body backing off
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| This shit is too dangerous
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| And it’s obvious we wasn’t made for this
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| See, we living in peace, but it’s paper thin
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| We in pieces, the people just play pretend
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| This impossible logic ain’t making sense
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| And I’m positive, I need to make amends
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| So until I do it I’mma stay condemned
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| To find the man in charge and put a stake in them, I wonder
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| What the hell am I supposed to be? |
| Whole world feels so cold to me
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| Can’t let you get close cause life could switch up changing tonally
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| Went from holding groceries to toting toasters holding heat
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| This whole system’s broken me or maybe reawoken
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| What the hell am I supposed to be? |
| Whole world feels so cold to me
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| Can’t let you get close cause life could switch up changing tonally
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| Went from holding groceries to toting toasters holding heat
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| This whole system’s broken me or maybe reawoken |