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Strange Hell

I hold the past close like concrete
Thoughts are kicking in my head
Unlike most that compete
My cold world is slipping on a sled

I'm on a runaway train
Trying to connect all the dots
Feeling runaway pain
Is Mike connecting the plots

Do I have a hope in hell
Of making it through this journey
I tried a cope and chill
I'm going to catch a break with my attorney

I'm suing the cops, cuz they shot me in the head
I'm pursuing the props, cuz they shot me full of lead

Will you listen to me, well I'm on an episode
Lay a diss on me, the strong can still connect and grow

Crazy should I used to feel when I listen to the voices
Maybe know that this will feel like the blitz of the ocean

I tell it how it is, I hate the f****** cops
They kicked in my door and took away my f****** crops

She talks to Angels, and they know her by name
F****** strange hell, can grow like a flame
Written by Madintellect (Mike stew)
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