I feel hatred towards people when people at me I feel at all when people sigh I'm afraid of myself and if I am no longer Of loving both the weather to 'harder I'll cut my to go to a better world So find that light that I within me Why ask pa 'fill a that nothing fills Because I feel that no longer flows in my veins Hatred and bitterness after living so much pain I am a prisoner, slave of chains And I'm drowning lost hope in a of tears I can not the exit, I'm like a stone In my mind in an instant I see of my life Is this my destiny? approaches Every hour is Find hurts, find your soul angry And for your loss, ruin Watch your steps day Because otherwise you'll fall into oblivion and lose the Fight against and tide forever Jura fight in the fight until it She not exist. nothing to fight Fear no more, you face your It is not easy to with it inside, which will Distress is hidden somewhere and can not find So many questions, are so few answers We the truth is that this company sucks You who you were, who you are, who you will Lucky you never had and never will I'm sick of all suffering end I have a thorn that me inside As a coward I am I will the vacuum I know my will be relieved after this suicide
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Hanging by a thread my I my body when it goes wrong I it is a thing of hell I am a rag in a washing machine An drop slowly pierces my skull The air is thick, liquid Prone to drop immersed in a of mind, frenetic It the tempo of my heart Anxiety over my situation brings Bad luck is my infection I dissected, no access to his will, my mind Evolves the dark part of my soul bare I strive to be strong, that fissures am the gore of contemporary rap This street poetry uranium impregnated I offer life ensucio substitutes damage as fetuses in formaldehyde I turn to the sun, I am glad in Cométela my whole shit, rap Reality is cruel, is at times Today is a bad day and feel it end badly
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Now I feel alone in a place is much harder but I dissimulation In front of anybody, you know? I am a lost I the streets in search of some dinner Now I from dead and buried I'm like a mirror but on the other side Where I feel useless and more ignored I feel like an animal, I hope in locked Now there is no turning back, no one hears me That day, on that bridge last thing I did was Pact with Satan in for peace and tranquility I'm in oblivion and no one will
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