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I wake up out of a shit muk Piss dump Wanna rise up, I can't even help put a fist up Let alone get my dick up, I'm tired of living I thought it was a perc but now fentanyl I've been given Happy about the mix up Its been weeks since I had an erissery but the fuck the presence of empathy Niggas ain't got no sense to me Niggas ain't got no resh for me I get high until there ain't nothing left of me I smell like a butthole I shit in my hands and throw my feces We not the same species My breath smell like seaweed Pedestrians cross the street when they see me I rub my dick in public like I'm hiding a genie So hide when you see me I hide in the beamy I'm high when you see me Niggas know who the most prolific Tattoos scribbled on my face be looking like some hieroglyphics Ill be specific Smoking on a pile of crack, it make me talk a mile a minute Then ordered up the houses but there still be niggas hiding in it Need to get a fix my nigga Lighter is the bullet and my fingers on the trigger Letras de cancionesAs i smoke the crack rock but cracks in the asphalt, shit I held the lighter in my palm and i tighten my fist As the concrete leans underneath my feet, i can see the truth, revealed to me by crack rock gods in the fucking booth Hey man, where's my motherfucking crack? I thought that was my crack, what the fuck? This is the land of the crack rock fiends This is the land of the crack rock fiends Barefoot, jagged hands I'm a victim of happenstance I'm melting where the traffic's bad Who the fuck you laughing at? Staring shook, shaky spic Or where it looks, where it ends I question if my parents even sad that this is where I'm at Dick purple, lips curvin' This certain, i decay Came up on a phone, ask who I know I text it "idk" I'm microscopic, accomplishments for all the time we waste My body is a temple that's been vandalized and violated IF I HAD A DOLLAR FOR EVERY SECOND THAT I SIGHED AWAY I'D HAVE ENOUGH TO PICK UP A PACKAGE AND THROW THE BOMB AWAY I'D HAVE ENOUGH TO TAKE MORE ADVANTAGE OF HOW MY LIFE IS GREAT I CAN FEEL MYSELF TRANSFORMING, THIS A NEW TYPE OF PAIN Feeding rats Beamy's deep in the flat, steaming crack Beat his back Keep that fiend detachin', ask him please relax Ignorance, how can you fear it? The fact that [?] Your mom and pops about to outlive you, but you ain't hearin' that Terrible things happen to good people If you don't care about things, I guess that good's evil From Letras Mania