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Look what the love has gotten me Every one of you bother me I give you what's inside of me, you expect an apology Did away with the modesty History love the honesty Misery love the company, I'm in love with the irony They in love with the mirror Death is just getting near I be staring at [?] if I could see any clearer My [?] [?] Sellin' my soul for freedom is something I couldn't bear But here we are in the thick of it, sittin' in a predicament Where I love the hood, but the 'burbs is magnificent Lookin' at uncle Tommy and trying to show him the differences Tryin' to show him to love the people that love the blemishes I remember I was a kid, it was so simple And trying to get on the list, prayin' to Saint Nicholas Trying to pinpoint the moment I lost my innocense My first woman, my first stimulant The vividness of it all is trickling down the walls of my memory Now, the feeling's like an accessory Painting pictures with words, was therapeutic at first Now, I'm dependent on this beautiful curse It's like, I need it more than I love it The freedom of it, I covet Letras de cancionesBut when it's gone, I get sick to my stomach I plummet, I vomit I'm standing on top of a summit, something is coming I wonder why I be running from it The gunners is gunnin' The drummer's is drummin The hunger is numbing, it's humming, it's ringing It's singing my name What am I becoming? My mother, my brother, my sister, my nigga, my bitch I love you all, but I'm jumping off of this cliff Pour yo' nigga a fifth Give my babies a kiss Tell 'em I wasn't this, tell 'em I wasn't that Make sure you tell 'em the facts When I was working with scraps, started breaking my back [Since?] slip through the cracks, nobody gave me a map And I ain't follow no tracks, I just had to adapt And whenever they see you bleeding, look at how they react Fucking folks is profiting off of death Auctioning off their souls and graveling for a check (yeah) I just wanna' connect, they just wanna' collect And that greed is something I ain't expect Why you feel I'm a threat? Is it this knife at your neck? I'm just cutting the rope, you should show some respect Let me open my chest, let it bleed on the wax You can hope for the best And we'll leave it at that (yeah) From Letras Mania