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cages, callus minds



People are {fucked}, just nitpick my art 



I don't know, where to start? I put my heart and soul in every syllable and fable i

I done read a book or two 
Played hookie too
Teeth was crooked too
When I smiled they’d uww 
And I’d kindly say fuck you
You been hit by a truck true

been broken many times
then I felt His touch and searched the scriptures
the prayer of the righteous availeth much
there’s a lifting up now I know Gods

feeling like I'm in control
Been down through the broken roads
Sad times, keep it pushing though
Making music helping keep me whole
Ain't been depressed

you for man and the human being that you are
It's only cause of you that I can make this piece of art

In a moment it was gone
But in the moment we was

(Yeah)
Nobody told me
Imma get lonely surrounded by phony's who act like they know me
Who got true colours show me
I feel like im living a lie pray

an empty cart
Broken lost the keys to start
Paint me like I'm fucking art
I don't care what the fuck it costs
2JZ my engine swapped
Moving very nonchalant

breath in the air
It hangs there like unanswered prayer
And I'm reminded time flies by
And one day soon we'll surely die
So if this the end of us
I'd thank

carving these words until I'm parked in my hearse
The world is strange, you can't see stars from the earth
Unless you travel far away from where you are

Pitiful it's broken

I see the light as I'm created by the void
The world is turning as the sun is turning black
The fire fades as the earth begins

she mentally abused me
Walk out up on right behind her to the dark art that now unwinds
What you are with the moon and whine I accept her blood but only

can't forget that day you finally beat my ass in terminal
I don't like to question God, but I cope knowing this is purposeful
I think he needed you by his

a charge
I didn't think I'd make it this far
I thought I'd be killed by my wrath in my uncles basement
Now I'm buddy buddy with the liquor store cashier
I

Pretender pandemic
Heretical image
Never sendin that visage
Physiognomy of a cunt
Got me fucked up

Goddamn slammed
By the spite of a hateful punk
No

mastered the art
The last time I checked I had eight arms
Hope we're not exchanging the barbs
Many search for diamonds few are left without scars

Soul's

But really I was blinded by potential wedding rings
And
I know the shit that you been through is leveling
And the promises you getting are becoming

the trunk and sniff up em keys in a bump 
To one sheet to the tongue like velcro

These nicotine particles
Are like em clouds covering them carnivals
Kiss me

the floods, the dreadful harmonies.

We'll part as enemies.

Ah ah....

The currents are deep and dragging me down.

I shelved these broken bones.

(Like you

Intro:~

Verse 1:
Rainy days having one day now
Feeling alone and so left out
Nothing abnormal. used to it by now
Show me how brother, Where art

I can’t fwy baby no you not my type 
I been broken hearted you can’t be my wife 
Everything I did wrong yea it came with a price 
Don’t waste my time

mocked by all these whities cuz I had no money
She left me with a broken heart  cuz I had no money
Big mouths raving "it ain’t bulid the joy"
Can you

Doubt No question


Yeah. I wasn’t really sure if I loved you

Just judging by what I heard about you

But you triggered my cravings no doubt boo

We

to craft art from my broken heart
Is it a sad thing that I'm always adjusting?
I never change, I'm only adapting
I don't pretend it's just a bad acting
How

You say you could never write a tune
As pretty as I do
But I love it when you sing to me

Out of the billion other places and faces
We are yet