| I’ve always been a touch strange
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| Like why you confident you nutcase?
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| You’re awesome in a dumb way (Don't be yourself)
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| Arguments on sundays, psychologist on monday
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| Mama crying up late (You need help)
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| Toxins for a young brain, almost hit the drug lane
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| Probably would of done 'caine when he was 12
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| But now he’s 7 with depression in his blood just need a weapon that can cut
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| 10 years where do you see yourself
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| Surrounded by angry faces, saving hatred from being locked up
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| But I just escape the cages, I’m trading places
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| And I’ll be damned if I see some of my anger wasted
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| So I drop it on you like I had too much weight to hang with
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| I lay the lamest, I degrade the greatest
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| Still I fucking hate myself, been embedded in my brain for ages
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| I don’t even see the fucking page I’m painting, all I see is these eraser
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| shavings
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| I’m about to snort 'em up
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| Yeah, now my brain is racing
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| Laced it and rolled it with pages of poetry that my teachers said ain’t creative
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| Share it with the commenters on «Young Rap God» who claim they hate it
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| I’ll eat you pussies 'til your legs are shaking
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| (My minds always in amazement)
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| My minds always in a maze, meant to forget every thought I have
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| (Pray)
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| I pray, but who do I pray to?
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| (Eat)
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| I eat but who am I prey to?
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| I ought to watch my back
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| (sobbing)
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| Ben! |
| What’s the matter honey? |
| My god, honey, whats wrong?
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| (They all fucking hate me!)
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| What? |
| They don’t hate you!
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| (They all fucking hate me!)
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| Honey, what are you talking about? |
| Sweetheart
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| What do you want me to do honey?
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| I just want you to settle my fears
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| I just want you to tell me I’ve never been weird
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| I just want to meet God, can you tell him I’m here?
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| I think he forgot
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| Tell me when heaven is near, I’m ready to disappear
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| I just want you to love me, by accident not because you feel it is necessary
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| when you haven’t for several years
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| I just want to stay young when I see my reflection in mirrors
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| Or make a living off of selling my tears
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| Just tell me that I’m a good guy
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| Mom it’s been too long since I’ve really had a good cry
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| I think the last time was when I watched that man die
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| Reminded me of grandpa and then I realized everything will be lost and usually
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| forgotten
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| Brutally I just lost it
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| Prove to me that I’m wrong when I lose a piece of my conscious
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| Who’s the reason for conflict?
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| Truthfully they’ll be solved when you and me in a coffin
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| Death isn’t an option!
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| And death isn’t a shot! |
| It’s a switchblade
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| Everyday just trying to get closer to my heart I feel a thin blade
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| But my heart is in my rib cage, caged like an inmate
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| So I should be thankful for this day
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| But mama knows I can break
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| Mama knows why I never had all those sleepovers where my friends stay
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| When I told her I kill myself at the end of all my dreams and I realized that’s
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| why I peed my bed till sixth grade
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| (No no no! Not again!)
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| Ben it’s oh- oh it’s OK honey, I’m sorry
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| (It happened again!)
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| It’s OK honey, I’m sorry but you need to get up for school
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| Its OK honey, it’s OK
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| But you need to get up, try not to think about it
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| I wonder what my Dad’s doing
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| Probably wondering what I’m doing
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| We haven’t talked lately
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| I feel alone he is alone, I’m a cry baby
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| Only really talk to him when my therapist make me
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| This is crazy, what does he have?
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| What does he really have to call his own
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| He already feels he’s out the family, I hear it in his tone over the phone
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| Asking what I’ve been up to trying not to bother
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| Thinking he’s intruding but he’s my father!
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| Why’d he have to leave, he was the soul of this family
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| With the jokes he would laugh with me even though in reality
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| We were going through tragedy, we were holding on happily
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| If I’m sad how sad is he? |
| If I’m mad he has to be
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| That’s too bad, and I don’t want to go to school
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| I’m too sad, I’m too mad, I’m too spaz, I’m too fat, I’m too trash
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| Going to middle school next year I’m growing up too fast
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| I’m too wack, too weak, to speak to me, shoot me!
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| Ben! |
| Come on, come on!
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| You need to be in school in 20 minutes! |