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 Feel like I shouldn’t talk about the knives or the gunsWhen they can't even serve water in the schools where I'm from
 Sometimes late at nite I think “what the fuck am I doing?”
 Its like the better I become at this music
 The worse I get at being human
 Meanwhile I try act normal
 Try and go through the motions
 When in reality I'm just waiting to saw someones chest open
 They say I'm lucky for the opportunities that I've had
 But I believe I paid in full for these so just try and understand
 The Truth is I hate the shows
 Truth is I hate the road
 I hate my face and my voice and my name they seem to know
 And had I known it would turn out like this
 I wouldn't have fought for my life I would’ve laid there in my piss
 When they shot me and they stabbed me I wouldn't have tried to walk
 I would’ve laid there and bled and went to god and had that talk
 I would’ve never crawled home to tell my friend I had been shot
 And had him help me through it whether he wanted to or not
 Years later the very same friend cut his throat
 Did I help him like he helped me truth is I don't know
 They said a millimeter deeper neither of us would’ve made it
 And it makes me think of us playing as kids and how our days went
 And his dad raised us both so its kind of like were brothers
 While he sits at home and kills himself I'm out here killing others
 Now his dad has passed away so no one keeps us in line
 I wish I could bring him back I wish the lord had taken mine
 
 I remember how we met I saw you shoot that kid
 I didn't like him, didn't help him but you didn't know if I did
 Investigated for the shooting and I never told em nothin
 So you made me go on a mission to make sure I could be trusted
 You gave me that gun and I shot at everybody
 From then on it was us up against anybody
 Years later you told me you had came back to kill me
 And you don't know what told you not to but you just had a feeling
 Know I still remember all the crazy things we did
 Know I fall apart when I see your kid
 Got your name on my wrist where the hand cuffs are placed
 I pray that you protect me every time I'm in the cage
 Your kid's mother hates me cuz that was my gun
 And you did the time for me even though you had a son
 My responsibility to anyone else means nothing
 I see your killer out in public I'll shoot him in front of his children
 
 
		
		
	
 
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