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This Land is Gone

living in the concrete jungle,
I'm hustling sticks and stones
struggling stacking bricks and bones
whacking never subtracting i take the throne,
Expand my home,
but this land is gone,
we got thieves and junkies,
they tell me "don't judge me",
for a fee you can get anything,
but it comes with enemies,
my old friends it seems die young,
where I am from,
this land is gone,
the hand reaches long,
get grinding or get grinded on,
make a hit song or move the strong,
the american dream got it all wrong
where i am from,
the land is gone
I got dreams and aspirations,
but day to day i fake it,
barely making it,
i stay going through motions,
devoted to potions that relieve the pain,
anything to escape this fucking place,
this land is gone,
this land is gone,
but i stand strong,
and don't look at faces,
keep my eyes to the pavement,
saying I should be saving,
i could be training to create a safe haven,
but craving is enslavement,
so i stand at the station,
waiting to trade,
waiting to taste it,
waiting to free base
embrace it fade into space when
my heart is racing,
dragon chasing,
i don't even know what i am saying
shit.. i should be praying,
but this land is gone
and so is my god
I'm not going to stop
this is what i was taught
i have thought a lot about this spot i am in
but this shit just doesn't end