I'm not calling for help
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Because no one hears my voice
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Alone on the road at midnight
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I'm still struggling, I'm not sleeping
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I walk around the city drunk
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It's like I'm not with you
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Darkness around me, mom home alone
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So go home now, I won't run out of money
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My life is a struggle, in the hands of a gun
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A step away from the grave, for a couple full palm
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Like an ugly, armed dream
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You would take mine as if I were indebted
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My life is a struggle, in the hands of a gun
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A step away from the grave, for a couple full palm
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Like an ugly, armed dream
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You would take mine as if I were indebted
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I didn’t think people wanted to see me down at the bottom
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Around town, because they buy justice with money where they literally steal hope
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So I raise my guard, guard my beard
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It doesn't matter that they see us as a gang
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And it doesn't matter what they envy when they see us going
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I stand in the midst of rule, no undo
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Tears hurt terribly, Mom, know I'm fighting
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For us, I know they say the road is thorny
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So I'm guessing we're flowing up
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It hurts when it burns to dust
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The second time, I dream the way of promises crazy I dream again
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Without a captain to the rhythm of a good lio-pov
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Stupid loves to know these thugs again
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Well, they are beaten when there are pillars
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I will not let them see me in the tears of the fallen
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My heart almost stopped, I heard a little louder
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They have orders, I have an account, I give them everything in pledge
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I dreamed of her and our little son
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I dreamed of living a little better than this
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But devilish eyes, the nights look at me bloated
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Palog printed on the palm
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He would hide the wound with a wound
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I saw the darkness early
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So don't call me there
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My life is a struggle, in the hands of a gun
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A step to the grave for a couple full palm
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Like an ugly, armed dream
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You would take mine as if I were indebted
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My life is a struggle, in the hands of a gun
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A step to the grave for a couple full palm
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Like an ugly, armed dream
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You would take mine as if I were indebted
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I didn’t think people wanted to see me down at the bottom
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Around town because they buy justice with money where they literally steal hope
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So I raise my guard, guard my beard
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And it doesn't matter that they see us as a gang
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And it doesn't matter what they envy when they see us going
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I stand in the midst of rule, no undo
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I had my dreams
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Step by step, that brought me here
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Cora did not stop, she shed blood and sweat
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God forbid you have these nightmares of mine
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Once upon a time there were two things that were loved
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Because those two for each other were just created
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Life is not as we plan
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The bullet hit a heart that was broken
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I know what it's like when you don't have money at hand (money)
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All my friends are these tough guys (guys)
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In this jungle we are forced to be hunters
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My nerves are shooting in the street like strings (strings)
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The pressure is too great
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I seem to be losing my mind (reason)
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I break bags when other people deserve punishment
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More and more aspirations, the shadow in the gabule tells him
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And I will always be there, wherever my people are
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My life is a struggle, in the hands of a gun
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A step to the grave for a couple full palm
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Like an ugly, armed dream
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You would take mine as if I were indebted
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My life is a struggle, in the hands of a gun
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A step to the grave for a couple full palm
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Like an ugly, armed dream
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You would take mine as if I were indebted |