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FUNERALS, LOCK DOORS, HIGH SPEEDS, GUN SMOKE/ THESE CLOUDY DAYS IM IN A MAZE BEING FORCED TO COPE

YESTERDAY I WAS IN A CAGE WATCHING TIME MOVE SLOW/ NEVER LEARN I'LL PROBABLY BURN IN A HELL WHEN I GO

TRYNA KEEP MY HEAD IN THE SKY SO HE CAN LOOK ME IN THE EYES AND SEE IM FLOODED INSIDE

MY HOMIE DIED TRYNA RUN FROM A JAIL CELL, THE COPS CHASED HIM TO DEATH,/IM GLAD HE DIDN'T HAVE KIDS BUT IF HE DID THEN HE WOULD HAVE BEEN THERE

THE LIFE I LIVE IN I SIN IN THE NAME OF SURVIVAL, THE FACE I SPIT IN IS ADVERSITIES, I GUESS I MURDERING TRIBULS........