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Devil’s Eyes
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Clayton Jennings
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I feel the waves every time I wake up They keep telling me to pay up Like I owe them something and can't get rid of the debt I find myself curled up at the end of my bed And half the time, I wake up in a puddle of sweat Nobody told me life was gonna be like this Holes in the wall and bloody fists Quick fix books, "Here Clayton, just read this" I'd rather rip out your pages and burn them in fire For the depressed people out there, I know that I'm just preaching to the choir I swear sometimes this monster takes me right down to the wire And all that keeps me from stepping over is fear of the other side I'm as bold as a lion until it comes to follow through with suicide But I go to sleep somedays and pray I die I'm not ashamed to say I've tried I just couldn't finish the job I guess you could say it was my own grave that I robbed I became a gravedigger the moment I took my finger off the trigger The thought of my weakness makes me bitter I was eighteen then, and now I'm twenty-nine They said someday I'd wake up and I'd feel fine They're liars And every one of them fed me false hope I just keep floating away into these waves of loneliness like a lost boat And every time I try to fight the tides, another part of me dies And another part of me realizes that life isn't what they said it would be "American Dream" is no hope for the dead in the streets And you can't tell me to strap up my boots when you've never walked in my shoes And you can't tell me how to live this when you said I would lose Because for every person who doubted me and stood against me I left you on the curb like I was on a 10-speed And they keep calling me the next Billy Graham, and I think it's silly Because I've always hung out with drug dealers tryna sell a gram and cash a billy But my name spread from LA to south Philly And from Detroit down to hot-city I just thank God for the Tell The World family who got with me I do this for the people who stand in lines for hours at a time Just to say hello or hand me something to sign You are no friends of mine You are family, and that's never gonna change You held it down for me before any blog sites knew my name And you spread my work, and you grew my fame But I was never on a mission to make myself known I was in this to reach that one lost bullied kid punked and alone To tell him or her that they have purpose on their lives I've tried to be your protector from the Devil's lies But there have been times when I've seen the Devil's eyes And he keeps telling me how much he hates me And I smile back because that punk won't phase me My momma raise a warrior, and I'd rather die than be lazy So I burned up the couch, and I set fire to complacency Now I have a million people praising me And sometimes I feel like they don't get it So let me be the first to admit it This life isn't about me, and I don't want your praise And I don't want your money or your promotions or your raise I turned down 200,000 when the Devil tried to get me to sell out And I bucked the old-heads in the church when they told me to get the hell out I don't think you get it but soon enough you will I came into this thing hungry, and I still haven't gotten my fill And if you wanna shut me up, you're gonna have to slit my throat and burn scars on my tongue Because the Tell The World movement is far from done
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