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Underdogs
by E-Sod



Verse 1:
Ain’t no pleasure in my ways
Work just drains
Turn on the TV to stay sane
Some liquor to maintain
My eyes focused on the game ready to spray enough energy to disconnect your spirit from your body
I’m like nobody dead or alive
Keep running you can’t hide
Being harsh there’s no choice
I can’t rest I’m paranoid
Stuck in chaos I can’t avoid
Fuck you’re cracked out homeboys
Look away and stay clam
Love is quicker gone than a bum shooting heroin up his arm
I don’t like it but I’m armed
Stomach the truth and stay strong
Trying to handle my business like a boss, but I get caught up in my thoughts like a spirit between heaven and hell lost
Chorus:
Brain washed you can’t think for yourself
Keep your hands up its too late for help
This is for everyone kicked down and abandoned
The underdogs not leaving empty handed
Verse 2:
I’m trying to get a grip before I slip in these apocalyptic times
Retribution scarred into my memory and site
It ain’t worth coming home when all I hear are fights
Nothing comes without a price and sacrifice
My type is unknown like a code forbidden
Make money shit its hard enough living like I’m in critical condition
I feel love rotting away like my hearts been missing
Confused as fuck this bottle is finished
Emotions run heavy unsteady I’m quite deadly
Lay down I got your casket ready
Flame thrower leave you overwhelmed
Burn your demonic soul in hell
Fuck rest I haven’t found peace with myself
Get dragged underground no one can hear you scream for help
Chorus:
Brain washed you can’t think for yourself
Keep your hands up its too late for help
This is for everyone kicked down and abandoned
The underdogs not leaving empty handed
Verse 3:
I leave bodies sloppy
Can’t tell who is who till the autopsy
Walking around with depressed fools stressful
A little mental, but my momma says that’s cause I’m special
I’m as live as it gets hanging on to a thread
Speak what you believe and become a threat
Dangerous like a disease spreading with no vaccine
I spit flames and piss gasoline
Fucking record deals and raping mainstream
Your bitch ass is too fucking fruity
Go sit down quiet, bloated, and moody
Nothing comes with ease haunt your fanaticizes till your brain bleeds
I’m all grown up but I never matured
Unknown and unheard, absurd
Scarred words blessed with a curse
Even worse when I sleep
Part of a dying breed
Chorus:
Brain washed you can’t think for yourself
Keep your hands up its too late for help
This is for everyone kicked down and abandoned
The underdogs not leaving empty handed
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Lyrics submitted by Esod.
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