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Living in this hell, waiting for some type of spell

This can't be real, its so surreal

Let's just seal the deal,

Let's just run with it, moving quick but don't get spun in it,

Needa fucking gun these days, or you'll get shot up in the haze

Everybody's dying quick, theres nothing I can fucking do about it,

I just sit back and spit, writing rhymes to free my mind

My lines speak louder than my words, my actions completely absurd

Just sit silent without a sound, my mind gets lost up in the clouds

Trying to remember my past, kinda like picking up glass

Have to be careful or I might just shatter on your ass

I look all class, truth is I'm white trash

I followed the wrong path, just feeling all this wrath,

All this hate, can't even think straight, hopefully one day I'll be great

And maybe I'll appreciate, all you've done for me

Practically hung me from a tree, so simply

But at least now my mind is free