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Now the struggle is the root of all evil What's that make you? I guess it makes me the devil Divide by the pain but the numbers won't settle Because when it rains it pours, it rips right through your shelter It rips right through your home and cuts deep in your heart Handcuffs, knives and drugs; they tore my family apart Like damn... This can't be all that life is: unpaid debts, no rest and fake friends And when the numbers add up, the math still ends in subtraction Divide by the pain, you're left with nothing but fractions Imagine having the appetite of a beast But it's hard to be a lion when there's nothing to eat All these cracks in my heart like these cracks in the street And I've been walking so much I swear I can't feel my feet But I don't buckle, no matter the pressure No matter the wind, the rain, no matter the weather I am forever, this is the sound of the truth this is the sound of the truth From Letras Mania