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I really gotta stop fights
the ghosts of my past
While I'm rolling the punches
I'm not how long I'm gonna last

Pour on the open wound
the ones that hurt you, say

I gotta stop picking fights
Or I'm gonna this

Every decision brings a vision of what went
Down rounds to play with

These haunting me
I'm starting to think my life
before my eyes
Every man in a hood is carrying a scythe and
In the of my eye

I really gotta picking fights
Now the are winning
But I'm through the bruises, cuts and blood
and grinning

Pour on the open wound
Love the that hurt you, say

We are not let it go

These memories me
I'm to think it's my life
Flashing before my
man in a hood is carrying a scythe and creeping
In the of my eye