| Live fast die young, opportunities pass
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| Another broken skeleton, the flesh I wear is my cast
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| I’m spitting every verse written like this shit was my last
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| Directed on a path that cut my ass walking on glass
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| What happens to me when my body is ash?
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| Only the memory of life, the real question to ask
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| Is how to feel when even breathing feels like a task
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| Pardon the day
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| Another corpse hidden under a mask of rotten decay
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| I Keep on trying but my future is bleeding and dying
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| Screaming and crying, lose it on me niggas, I’m wasting my time
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| That I’ve been giving trying to make a fucking buck from a dime
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| Plus, since I’ve never forgiven, living this organized crime
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| I’m fucking sick, running low on medication
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| Station, veto got me on a permanent vacation
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| Created equal but perverted the creature of temptation
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| Cremated introverted, just a feature of relation motherfucker
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| «I don’t wanna die anymore»
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| «whats to die to go to heaven?»
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| «I stop breathing, damn I see demons»
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| Live fast die young, situations occur
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| Absurd visions of my future never clear from a blur
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| Hear every word spoken with a drug induced slur and dull slur
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| Don’t feel fear, terminally ill with no cure
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| What happens when all that’s left is a choice?
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| Either I die like a coward or a man with a voice
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| My objective is obvious, must fill the void
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| Every obstacle crushed, killed with skill I destroy
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| I keep trying but my future is tainted and dim
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| Painted in thin, acquainted with death crawling under my skin
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| Playing each move slow, like fingers on a violin
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| Motivation lingers with the thought that I’ma try to win
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| I’m fucking sick man, that’s all you need to know
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| Bomb-bombing them new kids at every fucking show
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| Arms ready to fuse lit, now watch this sucka flow
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| I move so warn them with a due six, helping me grow
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| Damn it |