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I cannot, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I cannot let my mother down I've said "I love you" a couple thousand times Tally mark all the times that I’ve bled All I've said from the days spent apart Lines deep and my hands crossed Legs crossed and my pops stood Hey no letting go, depression got you Heaven sent my [?] not used to I ascend from the root I made amends, I carved the proof I hate the stench from the hatred in the room I know the Benz, it ain't a basic loot Another face like mine on the news The times we know are hard to live for sure If you talking death then it’s hitting home [?] gone but his spirit in the room Vamonos [?] Plotting those, we fry 'em, flip 'em with a spoon With my pops crying, sit beneath the moon Razor sharp memories [?] On my brain, life's riddle is the truth Razor sharp memories [?] On my brain, life's riddle is the truth Letras de cancionesLife's riddle is the truth Razor sharp memories [?] On my brain, life's riddle is the truth Razor sharp memories [?] On my brain, life's riddle is the truth From Letras Mania