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Spat forth on the pavement No reason revealed for a mission You live and die on the cross For your ideals and moral convictions Though I don't know the date I know death is the fate Won't be broke and showing up late I'm throwing my gang and stacking my plate Up with the trash and crumbed up case we scratch and we scrape They tossing my cell, I sharpen my nails, a mask on my face And if my babies make so much as a peep We leaving you dead, open your head, smoking out in the heat How did we end up living this way, innocence given away It felt like a minute, you looking away, your youth will get taken away The original plot is estranged, it got lost on its way To your bottom shelf casket and grave Vaguely distracted, enslaved Hunt by the moon, ether and debt keep me awake Ain't slippin', don't trip, grip on my hip, it's fashioned with tape And we be hunched from the pain, may this bullshit be in vain The hunger that painfully aches, if not for my brothers to gain From Letras Mania