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Blood in my veins start burning with such a fire/

Wonder to my self if there's a way I could get higher/

Quite possibly, my telepathy has started to expire/

Can't think a single thought, my mind decided to retire/

 

What's important for those who always look behind us?/

This fear's what binds us, send it directly to your highness/

If I'm the Don, then what goes on, must be at its finest/

Left enough to hang my self, The past comes back to tie us/

 

I can write a song, but still don't know the right from wrongs/

Focus on your self, but the progress takes too long/

Takes your soul, quite the toll, before you know it's gone/

Who ever thought that such a pain could leave you more than what you are/

 

I connect my pen to my vein, and let the lyrics dribble out/

Got no answers to questions asking, how they came about/

Where is there a safer route, Wheres the path to build a house/

Cause if this is what life entails, than fuck this shit I'm out/