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A different way
I’ve got these things piling in my head
Built up like a powder keg
You’d best step off, before you end up dead
But this is life, it’s a struggle
You’ve gotta grind, gotta hustle
No one said this shit’d be easy
Just shove it out the door with a shovel
People say I’m depressed but what I see is real
A blessed curse, yes it hurts
I don’t sugar coat my meals
I just go spin my wheels, because life goes on
I see the best in everything
Tho I sing a sad song
It’s just the way I see the world, learn to live with the bad
Whining won’t fill the hole, gotta batten down the hatch
Keep truckin’ along, you’re not alone on your way
It’ll be a cold day in hell, when at least one can’t relate
Built up like a powder keg
You’d best step off, before you end up dead
But this is life, it’s a struggle
You’ve gotta grind, gotta hustle
No one said this shit’d be easy
Just shove it out the door with a shovel
People say I’m depressed but what I see is real
A blessed curse, yes it hurts
I don’t sugar coat my meals
I just go spin my wheels, because life goes on
I see the best in everything
Tho I sing a sad song
It’s just the way I see the world, learn to live with the bad
Whining won’t fill the hole, gotta batten down the hatch
Keep truckin’ along, you’re not alone on your way
It’ll be a cold day in hell, when at least one can’t relate
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