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Check it, I'm the voice of every dead nigga's secrets That's why the fucktards want me dead before I can speak it Yall call it crazy, I'm the heartbeat of every aborted baby High off every line snorted in the 80’s Let it breathe, no wonder why his thoughts ratchet See the world through the shades that Stacks wore in his casket I steal his body from the graveyard on foot, ain't no looking back Bring him on tour with me and when it's over put him back If you couldn't tell, the behavior says if a nigga send me to hell it's a favor I never felt that was major, God forgive me or don't, maybe He'll help later Until I'll share pop's nightmares post quad’s elevator Which taught me not to doubt a coward for a thing Yin-yang theory, shit Juwan Howard got a ring All it takes is the smallest nigga in your camp to get eternal Half a match book will transform to an inferno And jail's so grotesque That cause of my past, I can't bask in my success Peep how my brain masturbates, I mean, I wake up Walk on my deck and stare at a beautiful yard that just reminds of the yard I unlock a cell, a buried man, wrongly accused Bet it all, the judges to put him there, won't be amused This ain't Joe yall, more like the mind of every rape victim Who can't retrace the face of the nigga that had his way with em When my heart stops it crops Every 9-1-1 call that took too long But don't look at it wrong Letras de cancionesCause the irony of my group's name is though he seem the luckiest Where we lay our heads seems to be where it's bloodiest To say we're rebels would imply we're against That's a lie nigga, we just convinced So in case the puppet-masters didn't know Joe They tried making us the guinea pigs We just killed it and kept it as a logo From Letras Mania