| I tried to hold my own, safe face, maintain
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| The only light in my tunnel is this freight train
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| Moving at the speed of karma, it’s insane
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| One minute you’re on top, next you’re in flames
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| Burn like embers on this solitude
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| What happened to the yes men that surrounded you?
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| What happened to loyalty, respect and gratitude?
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| Vultures, when they thought you had something they surrounded you
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| Horde of vampires, drain you of your own well beings
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| Stepping on necks on the quest to become king
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| Cutthroats, turncoats, manifest like dope fiends
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| Insult to injury, choke with their own hall strings
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| Enemies of the worst kind, souls black like shoeshine
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| Nature of the hater — perpetrator, they consume time
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| 666 metaphorically their true sign
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| Trust me, you will see them and receive them all in due time
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| Enemies
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| I can’t take this — no more
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| This is my life — not yours
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| So what the fuck are you hatin for?
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| I must be something you can’t ignore
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| I keep on pursuing the suited and as if
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| The real person in Prozak are congruent as in there’s 2 of them
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| Connected at the souls, symbolic the black hole
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| The secretly seeking dominance, ominous control
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| Nowhere to turn next, thoughts are out of context
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| Life is out of focus and I’m hopin to survive this
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| Depression, lost my way, no direction
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| Well under midst of career resurrection
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| Shed a tear for my form of reflection
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| You fell victim in the battlefield of deception
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| Well on the quest to keep it real, he been steppin
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| Through the landmines of his own mind’s invention
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| Wolves in sheep’s clothing, deceitful screen smoking
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| Evil is omnipotent, it’s all-seeing, all-knowing
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| Keep your eyes open for bad signs and omens
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| Or get fed to the lions like ancient times of Romans
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| For real though
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| I can’t take this — no more
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| This is my life — not yours
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| So what the fuck are you hatin for?
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| I must be something you can’t ignore
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| Like a jack of all trades and the king but no subjects
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| Renegade to the game, I’m looking 'round like what’s next
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| Been through it all, man from stolen ideas
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| To shady record labels tryna put bullets through my career
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| And even some of my peers, who weren’t as they appeared
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| Back stabbing faggot rappers who hold themselves dear
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| But it stops here
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| I’m on top, I’m back again, it’s a new year
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| For the focus and dedication, I’m your worst fear
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| To see me shining and grinding
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| Through the core of the storm and it’s on, I keep lightning
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| I’m a keep writing, keep performing and keep fighting
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| Keep spiting, you industry whores, while crowd hyping
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| I can’t take this — no more
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| This is my life — not yours
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| So what the fuck are you hatin for?
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| I must be something you can’t ignore |