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Envy
I wanted to be a "MacGyver" type of man
That when placed in a tough situation,
from nothing I'd make a plan.
I wanted to be as resourceful as I can.
Now you understand these hands.
Relax
Your father deny's you
Lies against the truth
he's old school
And your a creature
A monster rising from a swamp
U might as well freefall
They assasinated marvin gay
Throw your cares away
Look what sort of implications,
they attached to your name.
I Stayed
What a dissapointment it would be
If I ran
Love means everything
So you fight for that sh*t everytime
You wil find your way
Be strong
I'm fresh with possibilities
That devil has no victory over me
Blame
What an ugly way,
to feel oky.
Blood of my blood
Your trespasses,make me ashamed
Pray for those caught in the crossfire
The guns for hire,have no pride
A loyalty bought and sold
So,how good can they be?
My brother became my enemy
Woes is me
What a fallen way to be.
An explosive,landmine chemistry.
Always head to head.
With shame gleeming in eyes
Your a weak little guy.
A destroyer of innocence
A selfish pressance.
Narrsisitic with rage.
Turn the page.
That when placed in a tough situation,
from nothing I'd make a plan.
I wanted to be as resourceful as I can.
Now you understand these hands.
Relax
Your father deny's you
Lies against the truth
he's old school
And your a creature
A monster rising from a swamp
U might as well freefall
They assasinated marvin gay
Throw your cares away
Look what sort of implications,
they attached to your name.
I Stayed
What a dissapointment it would be
If I ran
Love means everything
So you fight for that sh*t everytime
You wil find your way
Be strong
I'm fresh with possibilities
That devil has no victory over me
Blame
What an ugly way,
to feel oky.
Blood of my blood
Your trespasses,make me ashamed
Pray for those caught in the crossfire
The guns for hire,have no pride
A loyalty bought and sold
So,how good can they be?
My brother became my enemy
Woes is me
What a fallen way to be.
An explosive,landmine chemistry.
Always head to head.
With shame gleeming in eyes
Your a weak little guy.
A destroyer of innocence
A selfish pressance.
Narrsisitic with rage.
Turn the page.
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