| Blood stained fabric, cotton up in an addict
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| Life so tragic, seem like death is attractive
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| You step up into the minds of the crime-infested youth
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| Ain’t no jobs, ain’t no stop to this police abuse
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| So we kill, drill, OD popping pills
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| Fantasize a steal when you went home without a meal
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| Welcome to the grave, no debate
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| No escape from my fate, bitch, I’m ready to die today
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| Fuck the police and judges
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| Fuck the priest and Gods judgin'
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| Fuck the state and the public
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| I wanna see tall skyscrapers crumbling
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| We all meet the shovel, don’t have to act humble
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| Distance myself from the huddle—nothing but trouble
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| Find me a nice quiet place in the jungle
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| Keep it lowkey, keep it subtle
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| Only a couple allowed in my bubble
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| Puddle of blood the result of the hustle
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| Cuddle my drugs by the bundle
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| My frontal lobe constantly struggle, uh |