| The fact that you’re ecstatic I’m here is insulting
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| Means you truly didn’t believe that shit that I was talking
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| That surprised look on your face is disgusting
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| My will is the law know that if you know one thing
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| I’m still that defensive child that can be touched by no man
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| Not even the preacher I’ll saw off his fucking hands
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| Here’s something that a square can’t understand
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| If they baptize me in a lake ill drink the water till its land
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| My skins full of bad dead men
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| Skins full of good women
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| Some I’ll see when I go some I’ll never see them again
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| Cause this hell were in
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| Feels like an uphill fight
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| Feels like I’m wrong when I’m right
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| Feels like the best nite of my life
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| Feels like my skins too tight
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| Feels like I’ve lost my might
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| Feels like the best nite of my life
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| Scars in my face and they’re never coming out
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| Like my friends in a cage and it’s all I think about
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| What made you think I wanted new friends?
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| My dead ones are just fine those were good men
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| My incarcerated ones will eventually come home again
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| You got bullets in your skin
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| You ain’t been where I’ve been
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| Are you tired of hearing that yet?
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| Well I’m tired of hearing lines about violence and empty threats
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| And what you would do
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| And if and when
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| Flint Michigan
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| Step into the lion’s den
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| Cold, becoming
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| It’s crawling under my skin
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| It gets old and its numbing and it will never be the same way again |