| Breathin in a newer mental
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| Thinkin fresh; |
| avoid the peakin of my stressin level (the end of me)
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| My demons screamin from within; |
| unveil em
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| Blow em from my dome; |
| let the fuckin Glock compel em
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| I guess I gotta face the very worst about myself;
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| Put the blame on me ion blame nobody else
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| 'cept my poor excuse of a mothafuckin dad
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| Cause he was part of this life I never had
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| (damn)
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| A fuckin screw up; |
| I’m notorious
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| Third son to a mother that reminds me that I’m blessed
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| (tho I never tell her)
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| Sorry that I’m on ya stress level
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| It’s gon be alright, avoid ya temples don’t feel the need to press em
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| I’m still pushin, no way ima be a failure
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| We all need to eat but I’m grindin til my days get better
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| Instead of being behind bars, my voice composed as ink
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| Writing to my loved ones or what I would assume that they would be
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| Real talk ion wanna die broke
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| I grew up with nothin
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| And I ain’t goin out as a joke
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| From sleepin on floors, food stamps, takin hand me downs
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| One of three brothers who couldn’t stay out of heat; |
| take a look at me now
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| I used to get beat up for all the bullshit;
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| Now I been broken down, I’m fuckin tired; |
| I’ve had enough of it
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| But I can’t stay mad, I’m takin steps in a better direction
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| Avoid pleasing the fools who don’t want to see me to make it
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| It’s fucked we live in a world we can’t ever be complacent
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| From being gunned down to killed cause he wasn’t patient
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| Rest in peace to all the lost ones of this fucked up nation
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| How the fuck could we ever sleep with all this goin on
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| Real issues' the reason why I wrote this fuckin song
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| I thought we found a solution; |
| shit, guess I was wrong
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| But my stress level is the key to why I’m still goin strong |