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The Pits
I'm goin' downtown
To see what's goin' around
Nothing but a bunch of empty space
because reality is hittin' people in da' face
No style, no talk.
Just a walk,
around the block,
I shouldn't even be out.
But there is no sound
in my cell:
Isolation;
Decrease in education.
No way out, it still gonna spread.
Watch out, before people stay away
from you like you already dead.
I'm goin' to my ghost town,
Watching the people from above
Having a common stare-down
They aren't the only ones to know.
All of this:
is The Pits.
No way out,
stuck here...no doubt.
To see what's goin' around
Nothing but a bunch of empty space
because reality is hittin' people in da' face
No style, no talk.
Just a walk,
around the block,
I shouldn't even be out.
But there is no sound
in my cell:
Isolation;
Decrease in education.
No way out, it still gonna spread.
Watch out, before people stay away
from you like you already dead.
I'm goin' to my ghost town,
Watching the people from above
Having a common stare-down
They aren't the only ones to know.
All of this:
is The Pits.
No way out,
stuck here...no doubt.
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