| Now the struggle is the root of all evil
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| What’s that make you? |
| I guess it makes me the devil
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| Divide by the pain but the numbers won’t settle
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| Because when it rains it pours, it rips right through your shelter
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| It rips right through your home and cuts deep in your heart
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| Handcuffs, knives and drugs; |
| they tore my family apart
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| Like damn… This can’t be all that life is: unpaid debts, no rest and fake
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| friends
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| And when the numbers add up, the math still ends in subtraction
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| Divide by the pain, you’re left with nothing but fractions
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| Imagine having the appetite of a beast
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| But it’s hard to be a lion when there’s nothing to eat
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| All these cracks in my heart like these cracks in the street
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| And I’ve been walking so much I swear I can’t feel my feet
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| But I don’t buckle, no matter the pressure
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| No matter the wind, the rain, no matter the weather
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| I am forever, this is the sound of the truth
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| This is the sound of the truth |