| I was born on a battlefield
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| Divorce has got a mass appeal
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| Double agent, no replacement for the passion
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| Double agent, contemplating bout the past
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| I was raised in a broken home
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| Now I’m trying to explain in these broken poems
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| Lord knows that I came from a place of pain
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| Exposed to the game of love and hate
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| Mother focus on my fathers flaws
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| But we’re the same, similar strength
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| Father focus how my mothers lost
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| There’s no escape, both are to blame
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| Felt like a middleman, everyday
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| Speaking in riddles and separate
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| «Don't tell your mom that I said that» AYE
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| Drop another bomb then I spread that AYE
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| Not Vietnam, but depressed anyway
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| Learned what not to say, repressed
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| Far too young to be this stressed
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| Like, a sponge I soaked the mess
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| My unsung poem, I digress
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| I’m in pain on the battlefield Dr., Dr., please
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| Heal me, stitch my wounds up now before I start bleed out
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| Wings out
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| Need to learn to fly before I hit the ground
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| My Mom & Dad too busy fighting they got me land bound
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| Can’t feel the love you speaking on
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| Remember my dad flipping my mom off when we gone
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| I’m facin shit that’s so hard to admit
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| Growin up in life you a poodle imma pit bitch
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| I was born on a battlefield
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| Divorce has got a mass appeal
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| Double agent, no replacement for the passion
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| Double agent, contemplating bout the past
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| Collosus juggernaut
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| I’m the shit & you are not
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| Way to big inside my head
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| This is how I end up dead
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| Parents taught me how handle the hardest of situations
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| Every time my friends parents stayed it would peek my Fascination
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| How is that
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| Tell me now
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| What the fucks become of love?
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| My innocence been killed, this is the plot that they have dug
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| Let my heart rot my here like my parents relations
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| I’ve been hardened, I am thankful, battle born & I’m faded
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| Now I’m none the wiser, non existent in my mind
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| Mom and dad they raised a fighter even though they split the time
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| Now I’m sticking to my grind
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| I finally learned to read the signs
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| Now I switched up, picked some tricks up
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| Learned to live with the design
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| I was born on a battlefield
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| Divorce has got a mass appeal
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| Double agent, no replacement for the passion
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| Double agent, contemplating bout the past |