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Cold blooded, not stunting Broker than a motherf**ker, really doing nothing Telling stories 'bout the bottom, watching life pass by My god, look at all the time I have wasted Think about the past and I wonder what the f**k I could have been Can you tell me why I'm feeling all alone once again? I'm in need of a pen and pad for the pain I put it up on the paper the way that I can explain I try to be incidental and never take it in vain I pop a couple of pills and the problems they all drain In the music, abusing, but now I'm sedated from getting f**ked up on the daily Won't somebody save me? My n***a, I feel crazy Walking on the edge, I don't think that I'ma make it All of this came from my isolation I been talking to the shadows on the wall like a conversation Case in point to prove my sanity will elude Looking with a blank stare but tell me that you're amused Refused to be a number, I said that I'm realistic Realize all the time the potential I was given is a waste of a life if I never even use it Intrusive illusions, the views that attract 'em I do it for the love, not financial benefactors And whenever you ask, I'm saying it never mattered 'cause money is monetary and momentarily here I fear that I must set it as a goal to achieve Believe in no one 'cause lies'll deceive Everything ain't what it seems, the way in which you perceive The people you idolize, you place 'em up on that pedestal Then knock 'em off that motherf**ker whenever you feel like the sound ain't real So it no longer relates the way that it would the pain that we feeling up on the constant, lawd
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