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I've seen, I've read, I've hoped too muchI've been, I've owed, I've loaned too muchI've seen, I've beenI know the roads like the back of my hands, SOSI woke up late again, walked down to the bus stop slumpinglast night rained buckshot and I barely made it inthinking to myself I can never find spacethen the bus came late but I left my change, damnleft foot, right foot thenlooks like I'm walking, too muchtoo many folk, too many high, too many lowcity breathing down your neckthen it grabs your throat and it won't let gobut I know this road won't ever let you bethen I saw his heap, is he dead or asleep?tourniquet tied right around his biceptighter than a vice-grip squeeze his sleeveteeth held the cap of the hypodermic needlearm leg a leg a arm head lay feebletar make a man look dead like beetlebut he's high like an eagle when he asks for changeanything I give him out the venom in his veinsend him into heaven courtesy St. Jamesand well, that ain't my nameLetras de cancionesI've seen, I've read, I've hoped too muchI've been, I've owed, I've loaned too muchI've seen, I've beenI know the roads like the back of my hands, SOSdon't hit the snooze everI'm like 47 deep and that's not even decent sleepI'm dreaming bout robotic sheep, I'm later than thatwhatever type of late you think you is, show your referencesandroids like you got a whole lot lot of messagesyeah yeah yeah this is what I slept inup and out coffee in the mouth jettingcatching up pedal to the floor textingmetal up expressing sectionspressing hexes learning no lessonflexing like every intersection, waitoh my god I almost hit him with a carlittle kid ran quick to the middleI was fixed in the middle of a text maybefiddling with knobs,god, what are the odds I could of ...pulled to the curb, head to the wheelsweating artillery, don't pack steellook up to a situation similar to opening aninvitation asking you to dieDad's like die, Mom's like dieI'm like fine little boys like cryingstep out to a fist in the eyetook it like a champ didn't even ask whydidn't even flex, didn't even ask twicehe didn't put together that I wasn't trying to fightI said please accept my apology, I'll just leavehere responsiblyI'm glad your boy's okayI've seen, I've read, I've hoped too muchI've been, I've owed, I've loaned too muchI've seen, I've beenI know the roads like the back of my hands, SOS From Letras Mania