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I've lost my way again
Smothered by my every fault
A forlorn thought persists
"Nothing mattered after all"
I thought You'd find me here
Your light

hid my soul
It was denied, I let it go
Never ever seal the door
Been in prison for too long

I crawl all alone
But my blood has turned to stone
I drag

of everything...
'Cause the blood in my mouth is nothing in front of life

The cross, the wrath, and the poems...
Cold crime extinguishes my fury
The prayers,

believe me I've got nothing to lose
This years gonna be powered by God
I've got no time for all of your lies
I've been living my life on easy
Clean
Please
I

One nation buried by bad blood

Hateful nature runs deep in their soul

A man carries himself
Down the distant road
He ventures  to the land

be mad like seeing nothing but red
Can't wait to pop bottles, holding on by a thread

Ain't no, ain't no drama, we get love over here
Big bottle

Stress and depression
I get from living in this place
What a tight space, I need to free my mind
I always ran from my problems
But now I'm facing

We've buried our dream
A dream like a seed in the dirt
A hope of a life outside of the mire
But the sun loses color
Blocked by the ashes of flags 
That

flashes of memory cross my mind but nothing solid.
The inability to remember most of my childhood is probably a survival instinct.
I don't think I want

a long one
But it's still a chain

Coming of age
While smothered by the grey
If you don't know different
Then everything's okay
They've got stuff to help

without the chrome homes
By spitting truth to every corner and every other place right up in the Cali state no it ain't up for debate
Hook you like some

the overlord
Where blood is money death is profit
Took your sauce I made it hotter
Built from nothing firestarter
Why they ask the way I am
I have no mother have

It seems like every day it gets worse
What did I do to deserve this curse
Started off so simple
Some burning in my feet
Thought I was invincible
But

weight, nigga, this a exercise
We don't fuck with nothing but white, yeah, we fetishize
Yo, girl, like to sit on the squash, now that's a veggie ride
Yeah,

the Holy Spirit near us
Ball like a sphere does, reflect like a mirror does
Think about, all the little things we used to fear cuhh (not anymore)
Blood

Synapses shit
Channel 0 shit
I got nothing else left to say other than, fuck all you worthless pieces of shit I hope you all fucking die and burn in

Fuck that bitch that always tries to pry my own things 
Motherfuckers everywhere and we just have no any fears  
We are going step by step, I swear

with my blood
And my brethren
I pray we hold hands up in heaven
I'm a big support like leather
Micky hold the fort
I'm protector
The lioness back us its

They told me how to think and act
They know the truth, without the facts
Come join our cult of blood and death
I will not play, so save your breath
By

scarred
Ooh, woah
Niggas changing day by day, that shit be really lame
This life ain't fair, I swear the rules to this shit tend to change
Might put

me off my zone
Bitch, I been on my own
Held my thrown
Getting blown
Never see nothing wrong
Testing up on my fleet you gonna be living flesh of bones
I

of my generation but under cover 
Ever heard the say don't judge a book by the cover 
This is pure art work today you just discovered 
Stupid thinking

Every day I see your name online From a country far away
Leaving my mind overloaded
I try to reach you every day But I got nothing to say
With

nothing but slavery, slavery

She's dead in the house
She's dead in the house
She's dead in the house

You grow up under pressure and psychic terror
Then