Eh yo, to my world, please listen HEY!
Poison in my veins, I'm torturing my brains, And still I try, Voices in my head, am I or am I dead, Alone I cry,
1:] Consider, configure, the shit I'm in and the pain, I'm literally going insane I'm frightened, my heart and my head been fightin I'm certain that it's hurtin the of my body Them voices as loud as manhattan chattin, They say "Who met us, and let us in?" you know you better than all of these replicates they represent man, c'mon. And the people inside me say wanna see me go on tragically And it's evil, cause I'm only 20 something working for some crumbs some bread, or
2:] The the struggle the deeper the trouble, Come out of the bubble, I'll you to cuddle, With demons inside me, demon is not me, demons inside me they got me, they stop me from sleepin, And eatin and keepin it even, and even my for breathin is ceasin', Sleetin in a danger, my when I'm readin, it's bleedin on paper, It's on paper, And I'm tired of this violence, so tortured inside,ain't it awkward and overtly open inside, have I died, Has mom already And why do I feel like I'm over this life, I'm not hateful, I'm grateful, my girlfriend is tasteful, it up, I even blow, like a leak in a truck, with a torch and a clutch, And that leaves all coughin' up dust, and the people, Inside me say, wanna see me go tragically, And evil, cause I'm only twenty something, working for a crumb some bread or nothin
2:] I'm still awake, and quarter to six, I'm to write and I ain't thought of no shit, I live with like I slaughtered a Sikh, I live with shame like my a bitch, I don't make but I still persist, I could sell out but I resist, So tell me about no pain and shit, I was and raised in poverty bitch, And I smile all the while and complain, I'm like Gill Scott Heron, Do you know what it like to lose a friend, again and again and again, again The bitter, the sinner, the killer the poet, the river of within him that's flowin, I'm the bitter, the sinner, the killer, the poet, the river of within me flowinn, People inside me say, the see me goin' tragically, And it's evil, it's evil, cause I'm only twenty working for a crumb or some bread or nothin
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