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Dr. Don't know

Break myself from under the grip of crystal
Bitches I hang with are like dick seeking missiles
Ignorant covered in sedative medicine
Under the spell real heavy like the ghosts that creep me steady
You see I swear I was born ready
Then I wedded chaos and the world showed it's colours
And the night got cold
N I fought for control of my soul
But damn these drugs dun taken they toll
Not yet
Not yet
I'm shakin fakin a smile while my brain's straight achin
Hear my back crackin I'm poppin like I'm an idol clay aiken
Hide these sins from ya childreeeen
Provide my skills as lessssons
Man I'm so sick of stressin
If judgement days really comin
Don't test us
Just take the best of the rest of us
I musta missed that list
Santa dubbed me naughty when I kept a clip in my crib
A serial killin of my feelings for cheap thrillin in the heart beatin under my bib
Hopped up on jib
Never shot up
And hopefully if I top up
I won't be on that shit again
Missed my true friends for the rock now they fake
Doin drugs gettin locked up over that chalk stuff
The tree, the speed
Not doomed til I need it
Now I see em feedin
This ain't the way to represent the 613
Should this rly be some kinda movement
Kids don't listen or do what I'm doin
Zombie nerve pinch real stupid
They clueless
To the struggles
I juggle sanity with a mean mug on
And the Sun's all gone
Run home to my mom
Oh well
This world all fake
I think we're going to hell
Give away baggies of the chalk I sell
Tho it's against my beliefs and will
Guess I'm at it still
I kill
Addict mindset
Don't bet on it
Paradoxical
I'm mindless
Gone on these illusions
Awkward swag and my spine tingles
Still I'm broke and I'm dollin p's out like Chris cringle
All I got is my rhymes and the vibes I spin uhhh
Real spiritual
Miss hit a green and clear that bowl
My fear ain't there and I count my swole pockets
I think I better stop snortin, drop it
Find my ass up in a coffin
Picture that muffin
My mind all ugly
Rush and tug
All the love I had
Invested to the wrong traps
Scrappin snappy bitches I be the last one laughin
Maybe I'm the only
Even in this crowd I'm still so lonely
Fuck it
Never judgin
Rise above this
Morning sunshine wit a mug of faith and trust issues
Work on em til I be up in
This game, no frontin
Hella blazed u know I'm stunnin
I run this
One gun click
Got ya nose drippin funny
Trippin on my vibes?
I know y'all hungry
For more
What for?
I'm done wit this  
Wish I could peel open our society's eyelids
Without resorting to violence
Loud as the trials I face
Is the grace of remaining silent  
Written by JnLdNk613
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