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Yeah, the Soul Reaper Yeah I just suppress the head fucks, I've been too stressed to rest up I just stay racing around like I ain't got a doubt where the heck I'll end up I just suppress the head fucks, I've been too stressed to rest up I just stay racing around like I ain't got a doubt where the heck I'll end up Nah, but I don't ever think of my future Yeah, feel sick, still sinking a schooner Ah, I just froze, no hope as it ghosted me So broken emotions arе choking me, I just can't cope with the potеncy Nah, but I don't ever think of my future Yeah, feel sick, still sinking a schooner Ah, I just froze, no hope as it ghosted me So broken emotions are choking me, I just can't cope with the potency Yeah, it's the mind of the misfit Fight to resist turns right til I blitzed this Slightly conflicted Yeah life is a bitch, won't lie, I'm defying the system I rely on a cycle that's vicious Lighting a spliff, try trifle [?] while I spark my decisions I could try split from my tyres but would I ditch it? Why would I miss it? I should've tried grind to the grit til it might be consistent Letras de cancionesRide to the brink while surviving the distance No lie, we could die in a blink What'd you think, would your life fly by in an instant? Think I'm likely to flip, getting tired of this shit Wanna be by her side but I'm distant I've sticking to minding my business Yeah, but I've been struggling to keep up Then I hit another speed bump, hucking on the weed Hopping up another fleet, got me bugging in my sleep Getting stuck, I'm in a dream cuz Running from the police, tell the fucker he can eat dust Ducking in the streets, growing up I couldn't be stuff Nothing they could teach us, been beat up by [?] Now these other brothers need us, peace brah That's why we're nothing nice, writing Giving a fuck is right timing, living it up As a kid I would listen to Pac and Hit Em Up Come try get blindsided I'm sick of the drugs, my mind's fried it Hide it, don't wanna try a psychiatrist I feel lifeless, stay high all the time on a mission to find my strikers See? I'm a product of Dr. Flea, Mos Def, Eminem, yes Devlin and [?] [?] lost in beats It's unlocked 'cause we got the keys You cannot compete, it's a drop when I'm from the deep I'll be on top once I'm on my feet And cops watching me, I feel washed like I'm lost at sea The pills knocking to feel like popping heaps But I'm back from the dead again, rap with a pen and pad Stashed but I better [?] cause you bet against 'Bat You'll get smacked in the head and get slapped for the hell of it Like you don't wanna clash me You don't wanna battle with the Batski You don't wanna battle with a black sheep Nah that's not easy as that seems Soul reaper, I bleed with a pen Been deep in the trenches, we used to roll deep like Avengers I don't need the attention, I'm just needing the friendship Soul reaper, I bleed with a pen Been deep in the trenches, we used to roll deep like Avengers I'm in need of a friendship, that ain't even a question I just I just suppress the head fucks, I've been too stressed to rest up I just stay racing around like I ain't got a doubt where the heck I'll end up I just suppress the head fucks, I've been too stressed to rest up I just stay racing around like I ain't got a doubt where the heck I'll end up Black Sheep From Letras Mania