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Damaged Damaged goods Damaged Damaged goods Damaged Damaged goods Damaged Damaged goods If it wasn't for my son The moon would have never fell And I ain't even done, I just hide it well Every day I run, but I don't know where Empty out my lungs Fill 'em up with smoke-filled air Playing Russian roulette with ten different men Locked in my head trying to run for the fence Killing time 'til I get to a place where it kills the things that keep me paying rent I'm a slave to the things I do when they turn their back man I need to repent Lately I've been meditating and praying to God every other day but it ain't make a dent Devil in disguise, Angel in they eyes I'm just trying to get a ride to the next spot I ain't even say shit no more I keep to myself 'cause I only scream at the small thoughts Give a little but take more So much that I'm sore from the handouts every time my arms drop Letras de cancionesYou've been trying to find peace I'm out in these streets Trying to make up for negative karma How does it feel to sleep every night With your dreams out of sight For a piece of the pie? How does it feel to see me and think Yo that could have been me but I ran for my life? I've been trying to stay up through the downs I've been up in the clouds so long can't land And these rhymes in my pad are more than just songs that I write for the fair-weather fans Damaged Damaged goods Damaged Damaged goods Damaged Damaged goods Damaged Damaged goods Yeah I've been down this road before But every time that I drive it I can't seem to find it It's like I love this pain in my vain if I don't then I might need a little more reminding I'm blinded By the business I'm in, by the tint of my skin, by my signage By the fact there's a million motherfuckers out doing double with only a half of my vibrance Quite silent Quite cold, quite calm, quite bomb, quite gone, quite riding For somebody with a raincloud on 'em You don't lay rounds on 'em; that's a real bright lining And you're shining And your cadence is cut But you're jaded as fuck like Nolan It's been tainted enough to be made into crust And be fed 'til it humbles your pie and Young brother with a dumb-luck oner I'mma run up on you You don't need to be seen now Bloodsucker with a one-up on us Get a gun bust sucker Then be gone in the steam now You got means now But they under a world full of greed now Everybody want to be the one to have freedom run But they can't speak proud for the peace now Damaged Damaged goods Damaged Damaged goods Damaged Damaged goods Damaged Damaged goods From Letras Mania