| My imagination’s not a crazy one, no
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| I grew up in the slums where they kill anything that grows
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| I’m saying i can’t make these things up so
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| We only live reality, if you daydream then you go
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| And I’m tired of people saying i ain’t did nothing they did
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| I’m talking knife fights with kids as kids
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| Til one of us no longer lives
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| And I’ve been hanging with the wrong group again
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| With myself and who else
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| And a bunch of dead men who wanna see my name on a headstone
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| Finally motherfucker i can be alone
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| Tell my woman just to visit me from time to time
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| And that I love her give my family that same line
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| And to my brothers, give my money to my murderers
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| They deserve to be rewarded for their hard work
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| I’m hard to kill, who was with me when i was gunned down
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| And stabbed up
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| I bled alone and it changed me to a cold fuck
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| And friend I’ve been on this course for so long
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| If you knew how painful it was for me to live
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| You’d want me gone
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| I’m numb from my head to my toes
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| How can I feel for another soul?
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| I can’t even feel the fucking wind blow
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| And scars cover my body and im scary and im ugly
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| And women only touch me to tell others that they’ve touched me
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| And men only touch me with bullets or to slug me
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| And I only touch myself with a knife blade that cuts me
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| And the devil is a bitch who just keeps trying to fuck me
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| And my god is a woman who don’t give a fuck about me
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| Because no-one loves a killer, not truly, just trust me
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| Where I’m from its survival of the fittest and they all hunt me
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| Welcome to the worlds most dangerous game
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| I know you’ve heard me say it before
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| Now I’m inviting you to play
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| You better be better than just good aim
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| You’ll need senses you either have ‘em or you don’t
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| I can’t explain
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| Like when you walk into a room you memorize where everything is
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| The exits the doors the windows
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| Are there stairs are there kids?
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| Who you’ll have to take and who you’ll have trouble with
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| Running can be retreat or re-positioning you decide what it is
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| To a better vantage point
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| Get low and dig in and make every shot count
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| Because if the clip empties you’re finished
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| If a man approaches you at night and you have no idea why
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| Don’t wait to hear him speak, pull it out and don’t shoot in the sky
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| His eyes will widen up and aim right between those eyes
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| When he drops, don’t run
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| Stand over him and feel him die
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| And if anyone you’re unsure about’s around, they gotta go too
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| Or his family finds out
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| And you have people you’ve never seen coming to kill you
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| And I don’t care who you are and if you care or not
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| You’re looking over your shoulder at every passing car
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| You could be shot
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| And once you’ve felt that stress, life doesn’t get to you
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| Not anymore, not after what we’ve been through
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| And I no longer bother to ask father to forgive me
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| I’ve been fighting all my life, there’s no fight left in me
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| Every day i wake up ready to die
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| But when I turn the gun on myself all i see is your big eyes
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| And I’ve hurt you so much i can’t do it one more time
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| So I grind my teeth together and i try to unwind
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| But time doesn’t move when you’re sitting in this spot
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| And I’m trapped in this body with this soul i don’t want
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| And I think at night i cut myself, to sleep
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| Because i wake up, and I’m stuck to my sheets
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| And I don’t recall what happened
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| Was it me? |
| was it possession?
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| I have scars appear in my skin after dreams
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| Where are my big eyes where am I
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| I’ve lost my place at home by your side
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| I’ve been trapped in that killing field boy
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| Where it’s carry a gun or die
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| And cocksuckers wanna know how I’m still alive
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| I had to kill to get here, boy
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| So, next time you try
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| Know I was baptized in blood and gun powder at age 5
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| And when I close my eyes i only see one thing
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| A pile of hands I cut off belonging to men who’ve touched my queen and
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| I can no longer hold myself together
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| So I’m just gonna leave pieces of me laying wherever |