| I spent my years isolated
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| Couldn’t live with myself
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| I was trouble as a young kid
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| My tears didn’t help
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| Very depressing and it was evident
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| I’d fade to the deep
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| All alone like these four walls came at me Barracaded cause my mind state
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| I just wanted to die
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| Never happiness
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| Just sad time living a lie
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| Rater leave me I was suicidal
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| Slittin’my wrist
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| Mamma thinking I was crazy
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| Like use some sense
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| And on them days I was feeling
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| I was paining inside
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| It wasn’t me It was my inner feeling coming alive
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| I remember waking up like I was going to school
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| Left me standing in the hospital
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| Locked in this room
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| Put away
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| I was a troubled kid losing my mind
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| Fallin’short
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| Of what they expected from me everytime
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| So don’t fault me if you meet me And I look to be strange
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| I’m just mad that the sunshine dies in the rain
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| Sunshine to the rain
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| When it comes it goes again
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| Even when the story ends
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| Just turn the page and begin again
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| Sunshine on cloudy days
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| Don’t hate me I’ll never change
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| Thankful I was made this way
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| Your sunshine for cloudy days
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| Now I was raised in a neighborhood
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| With half of a dime
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| If you was real it was understood
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| It showed in your eyes
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| Every corner had a different hustle
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| Sprawled on your face
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| Drug wars
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| Growin’up raw cause violence the case
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| … had to move along
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| Quiet it’s kept
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| Spoken words got you dealt with
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| So ride with yourself
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| I’m a juvenile
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| They telling me get down for they wealth
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| No getting high
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| Cause when you gettin’high
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| You needing some help
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| As far as help
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| Mine was middle though
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| You know how that go Psychologically
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| I deal with demons talkin’in codes
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| Hopefully, I’ll get to meet Jesus
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| Somewhere on this road
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| Sick of hearing people screaming in my head saying no Better of if I was dead
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| Cause they killing me slow
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| All in all it’s just a part of my life
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| Watching the show
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| Ain’t nothing never came to niggaz sleep
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| Except for a dream
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| It’s like a movie with the ending credits etched in the screen
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| I prayed my last days of sunshine
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| Just die in the rain
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| Kinda selfish
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| But I know that dying
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| Eases the pain
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| Heartfelt words
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| Spoken hurt
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| Provided the frame
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| For the picture I done painted for the master to explain
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| So I leave behind my testimony
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| Witness to give
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| Far from holy
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| But this matrimony provided the script
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| To live on And live by Grow up and grow on Get on and get by So forth and so on And this here’s the last days
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| I can hear the horns singin'
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| I can see the red sky
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| I can hear the drum beating
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| I seen the dead die
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| How long will they mourn Jesus
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| At least I’m saved by my scriptural warn readings
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| And while leaving you here
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| Believe what you believe in But you don’t want to not believe
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| Believe in seeing
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| Don’t take this here too personal
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| Cause I’m just speaking
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| This is my family on my mind |