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Altoona Stuck
- Yeah, ayo..look..
- Welcome to Altoona where the crowds don't know what the fuck there doing and the "gangstas" are actually fucking stupid yo, you talk shit to me you get ready for a fight because with this crowbar I'mma pop your brains like a fucking balloon okay alright oh wait, I'm fine used for attention here for attention that craves them eyes, cops are crooked they release the aggression on every race who doesn't fear them but why? Ah they just keep on asking why!
- Blamed for a terrorist over tattoos you claim your a teacher but lost without a clue, kids strangled themselves here because bullying problems weren't solved ayo, this is what I've experienced am I the only one? OF COURSE NOT! we hate this place so much but have no choice but to suck it up, damnit the voice inside me wants to give up but my body keeps moving forward because it's the only strive that I've got...ah... IT'S THE ONLY STRIVE I'VE GOT!
- Now you must be thinking I'm so stupid but you live in this place with me it won't take a month! and you'd have the same exact mindset as us constantly watching your back, angry praying for a change everywhere you look is junkies and fucking stuck up drunks! You don't know your momma or father I'm smoking marijuana to calm me, these cocksucker's wanna drop me and stop me but they never do I'm the goblin living in fucking Gotham how much bothered can it all get just before my own actions drop me!?
- Home... sweet....home...no one, speaks or walks...alone, feel the pain...were polluted everyday food we scrape..from the streets that are plagued, homes are burning with babies...left behind..to burn, long lost pets...are roaming alone you'd think we'd learn by the importance of our education has a negative effect on everyone's endorphins the proportion of these poor kids never gets old just, keeps growing because even the Juniors here are pregnant with more kids with this gun in our mouths it's so hard to bite the bullet, full clips strapped in the back of our pockets robbing pawn shops with the embarrassment watching over us
- It's so hard to sleep tight because these pussies around here are looser than a criminal here, oh someone ran there lips again ha, give em' a genital smear and you want real puss, so much for that because in this magical place it's nothing running around but transgenders and queers in schools the only lessons taught is fear and untrust, between family and so called friends around us, from Mexicans to whites and blacks being racist, I don't mean to spill the beans but no jobs are around here because those who are poor and drugged up live on social security and the mayor keeps that a secret because odds are he's a druggy himself!
- All around me is fucking pills in pain needing help! But we waste our money on taxes building shelves, for woodshop in a school that no one sells they sell pills and drugs a block away from the bell, attached to the church it's the last one left because the rest got torn down due to the loss of wealth, and lately living in the town of Hell, I've seen these people don't trust such announcements it's astounding what power we gather here once the cowards show up, well wait for me cause I'mma devour these bastards! Run your mouth? You get thrown to the cold blistering snowstorm of anger because when it comes to giving someone the cold shoulder, you gotta be straight up with your words or your tortured,
- By your own consciousness living here I am my own boss man, no one can stop me, if they try, I stomp em' with verses built with my mind's type of structure I ignite like a lit stick of dynamite towards these motherfuckers you come to this town haha bring a match, blade and a fucking rubber because if not....your new of them, shits like a disease living here son....
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