| Telling stories of a war chief killing with bare hands
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| To feed his fam with that boar meat
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| Swore he’d never starve, follow the herd
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| Keep the blade sharp and aim for the nerve
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| I’ll burn the world down to keep you cozy
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| Drown in the deep blue, curse the old sea
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| Paint my picture on the corner store
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| So the crack heads and insects will know what we’re dying for
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| Used to make tapes to court my love
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| But I broke away 'cause depression hugs me tighter
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| Scared to shame the name that brought me life
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| That worked late nights to buy me diapers
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| I’m a writer that never wrote home
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| But I phone when I need money 'cause the work’s gone
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| Sell hell to the Devil, hustling charm
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| The tat on my arm keeps me at level
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| You can pray at the man’s church or fall off the barstool
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| Stumble home and stare at your picture
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| When they ask you «So what does your son do?»
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| Say he mastered cool and works as a drifter
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| Beasts of burden, damn them dogs
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| Eat my flesh and drink my blood
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| Yea, Aqua-boogie on reggae woman with the clean hair
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| Took me to the water, cannot say what I seen there
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| Held me to the bottom, I floated to the surface
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| Did not keep that promise, felt that she hadn’t deserved it
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| Died with that, disguised as a mermaid
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| Heartache emits the high tide and hurricane
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| Gave her one last amphibious wish:
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| For me to catch her the prettiest fish
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| Soknowing full well that it don’t exist
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| I baited with blood from my bony fist
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| The scent was enough to make a sinner repent
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| Dinner of flesh, a sense of feeling inwardly cleansed from
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| Misdeeds committed against friends
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| Personal histories revised and resented
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| Green eyes, self-defense, platinum blonde
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| That’s a trinity that I beheaded
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| Beasts of burden, damn them dogs
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| Eat my flesh and drink my blood
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| The arrow in my prey took twelve years to make
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| And tonight it will be burned in return for what I take
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| Storm in the heart release poison in the blood
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| The blood that I cough up is thicker than mud
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| The guts in my stomach were built by my mother
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| No father, no brother, no preacher, no other
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| Color of my face is from your indifference
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| Monster in my grandpa diagnosed malignant
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| The body that they buried had my rocks in his warm hand
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| Said my final words on the phone in a foreign land
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| Rifles kept shooting, every shot made me jump
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| The sky was so open it carried him up
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| I said the arrow in my prey took my whole life to make
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| Didn’t learn from nobody, just filed the blade
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| Throw the beast on the fire, smoke get higher
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| Been a long time coming, never felt so motherfucking tired |