| I’m alone in the dark writing my last letter
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| I’m alone in the dark writing my last letter
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| High as a muthafucka now I feel better
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| High as a muthafucka now I feel better
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| Hey it’s subliminal
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| Lyrical killer I’m Senekal
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| Out of my mind it’s sort of bitch is a criminal
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| I’m so better thinking my private
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| I murder rappers like addictions to survive in the ghetto
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| Emergence from the catago my mind in the zone
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| Quick descriptions carry weight like they invading stones
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| Intoxicated by the music beat it’s getting me high
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| Spittin' words like interventions as I’m closing my eyes
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| Nowadays rappers fake they ain’t making no sense
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| Sniper Lenno throwing up the definition of sick
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| With no surprise no deny the kid is playing with fire
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| Picks emotion with these haters they be living a lie
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| Acknowledge when you see me they calling me the truth
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| Imprisoned to the booth so I spit it for the youth
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| A rebel without a cause I’ll die for the glory
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| Harrow clinic images will tell the whole story
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| I’m alone in the dark writing my last letter
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| I’m alone in the dark writing my last letter
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| High as a muthafucka now I feel better
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| High as a muthafucka now I feel better
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| Slanging to me nigga you ain’t no enemy
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| Murder these rappers is what the beast that he telling me
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| I’m alone contemplating writing my last letter
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| A pen and a pad makes me feel better
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| I sit at home meditating to session my situation
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| One deep concentrating in total isolation
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| Thinking of my enemies my heart starts racing
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| Easily penetrating through all the hate and I’m facing
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| I wrote a long letter to myself and proceeded
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| To tear it up because I was too afraid to read it
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| My appetite calling my name, I gotta feed it
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| I’m giving myself therapy no counseling needed
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| I’m bout to go insane with blood walling in my vanes
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| Head pounding from a twenty ton migraine
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| People beating on my room door try’na check on me
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| Sinister recurring nightmares resurrected on me
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| What do you do when the world try’na test ya
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| When ya fulfill or when ya crack under the pressure
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| I don’t even know who I am memory fails me
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| Maybe you can open my last letter and tell me
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| I’m alone in the dark writing my last letter
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| I’m alone in the dark writing my last letter
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| High as a muthafucka now I feel better
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| High as a muthafucka now I feel better
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| Slanging to me nigga you ain’t no enemy
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| Murder these rappers is what the beast that he telling me
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| I’m alone contemplating writing my last letter
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| A pen and a pad makes me feel better
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| I’m alone in the dark writing my last letter
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| Cause the life that I lead I feel like getting no better
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| Try’na maintain and toughen out the weather
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| I’m good and holding back tears scared of no man
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| But it’s hard that I feel so I’m screaming for help
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| But it’s like my yell fall on deaf ears
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| This is happiness I’m chasing but if I catch it
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| Can I stand tall and face it, used to feel yearn
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| So I can’t take it alone in the dark
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| Listening to my heart, my brain has a shorty
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| It keeps telling me nigga go straight for they heart
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| And murder these rappers they just fish in the sea
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| You the great white shark, so I turn the bottle up to drown that kayotic
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| thoughts
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| Cause he ripping me apart
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| I’m struggling to maintain but he driving me insane
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| Leave me alone get the fuck outta my brain!
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| Ha ha!
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| I was laying on my palled, drinking mount of a jalice
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| Forming a strategy a premeditated malice
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| Contemplating the worst and fighting with two decisions
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| Imprisoned by three de-hologram visions
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| My tongue be blow torch in em and flaming them brauns
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| I respond by spinning off nine demean spuns
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| I de-failure in faith to your knee cosmetic trims
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| Amputate your legs and chop off your prosthetic limbs
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| I’m a killer without a mask but I ain’t on a TV
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| Look directly in that camera cause I wanted em to see me
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| I was uh, hold up, I just need a moment
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| Cause I just saw the bodies of my next ten opponents
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| Doctors wanna copy me and snatch talent out of me
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| The surgical procedure was not before properly
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| I’m obviously not normal half crazy I gotta be
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| World on my shoulders I got a planet on top of me |