What the fuck was I supposed to do I done fucked up Thought about my life in shambles hope that I luck up Maybe hit the lotto get a couple dollars for tomorrow But knowing my luck the tickets just a lost buck I dont give a fuck, about life no more If it wast for music Id impale myself with a sword Im fuckin mean, rude, everybody hates me Sometimes I wish that god would just forsake me Sometimes my thoughts get more homicidal than grape street But I dont follow through, I hide my emotions away see As a youngin I used to be myself Of course being me, wasnt accepted by everybody else But I stayed true fuck the system Fuck the higher living Fuck a life locked up behind bars in prison See what I wanna do, is what everybody isnt And thats me, thats me, thats motherfuckin m
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