| Now I haven’t had a bad life and I never really ever done dirt
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| And I don’t need no stress release to help relieve some pressure
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| I know that death is coming, know there’s no sense in running
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| I know myself and outside that I don’t need to know nothing
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| I keep a fuckin swagger, look at these suckers scatter
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| I know how to hold the mic right and speak like my substance matters
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| A cutthroat cadaver, condemned the jew of Nazareth
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| Followers for turning faith into a corporate ladder
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| I’ll give this hourglass a tip on its broken axis
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| And watch the sand drip through my fingers as I touch the masses
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| This is my open casket
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| Written down quotes and passages in blood
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| Spit from the lungs of a masochist
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| War amongst men
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| Men amongst kings
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| Kings amongst God
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| God amongst all of us
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| Though we never fit the perfect picture, picture perfect peaceful
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| Peace at mind, we keep in mind, just to keep alive
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| Mistaken was I to ever think that one day
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| That these wings could take flight
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| I’m just a daydreamer drifting in the early twilight
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| I’ve broken down to rebuild
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| This so called life of mine and it’s so hard to find
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| Any reason to believe and to continue to fight
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| A decision that weighs heavy on my conscience at night
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| These vindictive addictions, they keep controlling my life
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| A hemophiliac juggeling knives until the blade hits
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| I know true anguish and I have been to the abyss
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| I lost one kid to the heavens and one to a money hungry bitch
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| Now I’m falling from the skies, like the wings of Icarus
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| There was bible and these bibles just try to make some sense
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| Of this life that I been living, giving a hundred and ten percent
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| It’s very evident that you can’t break my will
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| It was forged in the heavens out of unbreakable steel
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| 50 caliber Excalibur leaving holes in your shield
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| My own head is the end of me, when I’m dead you’ll remember me
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| With the horse’s head to place inside the bed of my enemies
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| Life intends to be an illness so if death is the remedy
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| Perspective is kept, one last message left for the friends of me
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| I am dead from the step that disconnect a man’s head from his neck
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| Being hateful and oppressed is my tendency
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| And now you tell me there are plenty other fish in the sea
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| Funny, they all look like a bunch of fucking bitches to me
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| You’re living your live—that's something to do
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| I live and I die—that's nothing to you
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| Give in at night—that's something to choose
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| Fuck with me, I got nothing to lose!
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| But I don’t think of depression when ears will ring in my presence
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| From what I bring to the session, become a King among peasants
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| Randomly candidly, killing family by family
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| It’s me in every thing, in every dream and every fantasy
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| The fans of me from land to sea know there’s not a man like me
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| It’s me in every thing, in every dream and every fantasy! |