| Roll around you could hear death sounds
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| White noise real pain stay up when it goes down
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| Thought I was real tough till I saw handcuffs
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| They turn em out in a alley way
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| Or he face down in a new town
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| When I roll around I hear death sounds
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| Up in complex or people under ground
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| Need a pen or a pipe or a tech I’ve found
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| Shit to help you think when ya kicked while ya down
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| Found another round inside get by
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| Auntie she teach me how to get by
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| No one in the streets ever lied to me
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| The way I see she teach me how to breath I learn how to die
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| I try to see straight ahead
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| Be honest with my godhead
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| He sayin fuck off again I’m feeling fucked and cornered in
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| Life is like a box of matches and kerosene
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| Gotta think don’t know what I mean
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| Tell me how to bring consequence get it right
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| Close to same without the shame coming in
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| Wash over me again
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| Person crossed every single bit of loss I try to get across
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| All these dead friends easier seeing them
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| When I roll around I hear death sounds
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| Up in complex or people under ground
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| Need a pen or a pipe or a tech I’ve found
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| Shit to help you think when ya kicked while ya down
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| Don’t give em nothing to get mad about
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| Hot head city drought city kids in the black out
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| Tried nail me coffin down I’m finna hammer out
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| When I roll around I hear death sounds
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| Up in complex or people under ground
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| Need a pen or a pipe or a tech I’ve found
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| Shit to help you think when ya kicked while ya down
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| Cause when I roll around I hear death sounds
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| Up in complex or people under ground
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| Need a pen or a pipe or a tech I’ve found
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| Shit to help you think when ya kicked while ya down |