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Dark Streets
- Spitting it for shit’s worth, spitting til my lips hurt
- Ripped shirt, shit worth, spare a dollar mister?
- Thinking of the future and all i see is bridges
- Jumping off or living under, either way it’s ditches
- for me, until glory restores me
- and brings more peace to my boring story
- God, are you deaf to me? It definitely
- seems like you're testing me, I'm crying out so desperately
- For crying out loud, God, I’m crying out loud
- I'm trying to shout, please shine on down
- Heaven come save me, I’m patiently waiting
- for God to explain why the Hell He’d create me?
- This Hell that He made me is sure as Hell to make me
- hatefully hate the fate that He gave me
- I say it straightly, not kidding or playfully
- I think God basically made me mistakenly
- My days are wastefully wasted on wasteful things
- I'm torn because sin has a taste for me
- I try to keep it mellow, hitting joints like elbows
- Hooked like Velcro on crooks that sell dope
- I said I need to breathe leave the streets at ease
- Find a release to peacefully seek
- I need this: this release of demons
- the ones that feed sin and eat your feelings
- Lord, i thought you made all my debts forgiven?
- It feels like my life needs an exorcism
- I hate all my darkness, can't get a spark lit
- Get my car quick, and park at the park bench
- in the darkness, where I need to depart with
- thoughts that I cling to and don’t want to part with
- Filled to brim, and then filled again
- Filled until my sin fills and spills from within
- It's leaking and spilling, beginning to chill me
- God make it quick send an angel to kill me
- Take me home quick, I'm feeling home sick
- I need my own glimpse at the Hope that I don't get
- I won't miss, I promise, just get me through the gates
- I'm anxious of my fate and I hate how long I wait
- If God put me here on Earth, knowing that I'd feel the urge
- to hear the Curse, at least let me kneel in dirt.
- Instead though I'm dead cold, writing with a pencil
- with lead? No. I'm writing this with red gold
- My blood isn't enough, to come up with a bluff
- Rhyming words is tough, it forces me to rush
- All that's left to say, wait around for yesterday
- That's the date I was gonna give the best away.
- Today has come, it's currently tomorrow
- Another week borrowed, interested in sorrow
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