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"see the difference between me and you is that, you dont have anything to loose, i on the other hand, put my whole being on the line.." the fc- days and nyts
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what if i could clip angel wingssend myself to heavenfeel the skybecause i don't like it hereeyes closed when the drops of rainlooked up and that's when the ceilin' fell inso much pain man..it troubles when you adultsi dont wanna be grownstay home and be alonei want to get stonedand end up wasted on the floori dont care,this life i leadso much bullshit keeps happenin'when will it ceasei'm feindin' for a puff off that bluntwhen it hurts its real,fuck what they said on the movieswhen it hurts i feeli wish that i could get liftedsometimes its so unfair to see people happywhen momentarily you never even felt as slightlyso cold, when the sun burnin the groundyet it feel so hotwhen K melt in my mouthi swear i never touch the backwoods againbut since it went awayit felt so differentso you know what i meanthe struggle through the ruckusunorganized thoughtsbreak out when they rob usimma be honest, im a sancho boiand i do my thinglike adel on rosariofuckin' light up that barriothe diamonds i had meltthrough this tin foil boiorange and lemons, flavored gumdropsyep i wish i could get backand pop a few blockssee, it gets heavier by the hourlet this steam come outkanye spit through the wirei punched the wire outimma metal manthe say the fat cats fatand he feel nothin manbut hey somebody change thatsince i got myself brokeni cant remain hot,swisha outlet's stop..push a panic button, rock!back to bein raweat pink when i get itaint no serious thoughtabout ityou deliverand i serve it, hahasay we feinds back thensay my momma saw my friendsshe thinks she never raised a baaad boydad? he got me thinkin'should i listenor learn to stiffin' the grip on the pistolwhen you whip it, one day..one day, when there's no more hurtin'one day..one day, when i open my arms to his blessinsone day..not now, still i have so far to go,stand tall and be myself about iti'm a metal manunderstandaint no pain enough about iti hate the hurtbut it comes so oftenclose my eyes cold showerand enjoy a cigarettelay back think of timeswhen i enjoyed bein rashlook like the old timestryna stage a come back hehe