suicide took my uncle and my homie went with him,
since birth I been battered and belittled a victim
still no good found inside of these 29 badlands
two palms hold nine grams without any helping hands
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I continue to carry a back pack filled with dark irony
much confusion of mistaken love and hatred inside of me
misled with no self assurance isolated from confidence
no control I have been robbed of consciousness
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inevitable punishment for trying to make life worthwhile
take life before freedom lose hate to find a smile
there is no need to tattoo tears if you're forever crying
no failure can be found if you're forever trying
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free from resentment but I remain riding by my damn self
already took my heart so they reach for my wealth
they looked for money as i received inordinate violence
but all they could grasp was my total incompetence
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looking for sunshine inside of the rain but poverty opens fire
stomach becomes filled in exchange for a trial
detested by my own people while they refuse to love me
morals become missing when loyalty is left lonely
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life lived loveless so only my tears remain
God takes a look into my heart but my troubles he can not restrain
soldiers become thugs it's my time to retire
reach for air but the drugs leave little to none of me left to admire
