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It's funny how depression can get you

Hoping, choking on mic till it hit you

That you not fit to be a rapper

Hope the reaper teaches you manners

Till you

Give up

Lost in a place with monsters

Where the Hitlers and the Cancers

to life just rewind

and take time to plot and create

where boys run from fate

but realize..it's to late

Coffin in the dirt

it's too cold without a sweatshirt

but i'm cold-blooded

 

 

Each "chistina" road you take you'll still die a "human"

or is it because I lost my hue

All I see is black and blue

from the punchlines I spit

or the punches I give

But I don't mean to be aggressive

I just want to "Flo" and progressive

all the way

clear my way, parted my red sea call me a prophet

didn't mean to make them bleed

but to get what you want can't be afraid to grab the green off the trees

because the breeze won't blow them off

 

but I'm overwhelmed with my thoughts

and I'm scorching my jaw