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i see you no one has to leave you, i thought you seem to be a issue

you. onto something i got a clue you not even true to yourself. put

misunderstood you say you raw you grew up in a hood maybe you could'a

of should'a would'a. i outta put a goal in place to supply a good case

but all you do is lie straight to my face good grace i'm that much of a

disgrace maybe i need mace in my face, leave and leave no trace

erase my time life what i have in space maybe you should watch me

embrace the evil i'm delivered on a daily bases unfamiliar faces flipping

through pages being crushed I've been told i'm a bust my heart has had

rust since i lost all my trust i'm about good as dust is hard to adjust