Match the word
• Written by SamSlick
Say Im hurt, what I feel don’t match the word
Douse myself in gas, that’ll match the burn
Fire under my ass, I prey that it works
Otherwise ill bury my pain, deep under dirt
Die then raise walking dead head first
Awake out the grave, tombstoned since birth
How I can save face, if my My face burnt
same face that make my stomach turn
In the same place I feel like i deserve
imbo for the lost, where we all just surf
on hellfire, soul sold to highest bidder
thought shit was sweet till it tasted bitter
doesnt matter who the buyer, or why he bought it
i just bought a nine, loaded it and cocked it
swallow toxins every pill is tax
another debt for the devil to collect on my ass
head above water, Nah, Ive been sunk for a while now
depth is deep, at least a mile down
wonder if they see me and smile down
or left me without a paddle so i could drown
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SamSlick
Member since September 1 2019