| Word, word, word
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| Oh
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| Uh, melanin melancholy
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| My black skin dished me a deeper tragedy
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| I can’t breathe, my lungs tight, it keep reminding me
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| That I could die at any moment
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| I’m a victim of a man-made decision
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| I wasn’t there to hear the doctors tell my parents this is
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| Not gonna end well, for instance, resistance is just futile in this world anyway
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| It’s just gonna get you any day
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| I feel hopeless
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| It’s like my minds soaked in a black hole where the devil dishes omens
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| I’m winning when I’m fighting these drug habits
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| Though I been a high functioning drug addict
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| Still I make the smile available when wall crashes
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| For around me my world remains a dull palace
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| 'Cause my imagination takes me out this box
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| I still cry at times for being dependent on the drugs
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| My mum keep telling me that everything is God
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| Then why He make me like this?
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| Why He give me this?
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| Why am I so capable but can’t even resist?
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| My body shuts down each and every other day
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| Why I still walk in pain even though I pray?
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| And now I’m faced with these crossroads
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| Choose spiritual or choose the cold, I bow before the throne
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| Tears creep down my eyes, it’s harder not to show
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| So many days of suffering, it’s harder not to woe
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| Soon it’s my time to go, I wouldn’t change the pain
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| 'Cause the pain gave me hope and loneliness gave me rope
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| I could have tied it round my neck, but I didn’t, though
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| I threw it up to heaven and now I need to go
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| Climb |