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2009-07-21

7 Words

I'll never be the same, breaking decency Don't be tree trunk, don't fall on my living roots I've been humming too many words got a weak self-esteem That's been stomped away from every single dream But it's something else, that brought us feaze Keep it all inside, until we feel we can't unleash I think that you made it up, I think that your mind is gone I think you shouldn't glorified, now your wrong s*ck, s*ck, s*ck, s*ck s*ck, s*ck, s*ck, s*ck s*ck, s*ck, s*ck, s*ck They f**k with my head s*ck, s*ck, s*ck, s*ck, s*ck s*ck, s*ck, s*ck, s*ck, s*ck s*ck it, bitch! You and me are here alone face flat along the edge of the gla*s But I'm not here to preach, I'm just sick of thugs My parents made me strong to look up that gla*s So why should I try? Act like I'm a little pissed off With all that shit that needs to stay back in the shell Your f**k a*s made it up ah, your f**king mind was gone Should've never glorified, now your right s*ck, s*ck, s*ck, s*ck s*ck, s*ck, s*ck, s*ck s*ck, s*ck, s*ck, s*ck They f**k with my head s*ck, s*ck, s*ck, s*ck, s*ck s*ck, s*ck, s*ck, s*ck, s*ck s*ck it, bitch! Because you don't know me, shut up you don't know me Squeal like a pig when you big f**kin', big f**kin' Aappee! Well I'll tell you about my smoke stack What's coming back jack we'll turn back Curse for in their words, tell them that you f**king heard I mean, they know that's what's coming, nigga I thinking 'bout something naughty, and won't tell anybody So thinking of me by now but you go grab it I'd like to think, for who I down this shit, I belong where they be 'Cause we can not get back those lives We exist to cease, understand God hates blacks shades and all the players Mr. P.I.G. 'cause I f**kin' see Sure already done crushed, all of my brothers dignity And to the jury, can't be no turns on my skin looks colored Does that mean I'm burnt? 'Cause your f**k a*s made it up Your f**kin' mind was gone should've never glorified, wrong s*ck, s*ck, s*ck, s*ck s*ck, s*ck, s*ck, s*ck s*ck, s*ck, s*ck, s*ck They f**k with my head s*ck, s*ck, s*ck, s*ck, s*ck s*ck, s*ck, s*ck, s*ck, s*ck s*ck you bitch! Bye

Adrenaline

Oct 1995

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