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 I sit alone in this four-cornered roomHouses are graves for the living
 Let this dope spot be my tomb
 You can have my soul
 I don't need it where I'm going
 You can't look me in my face
 When my scars are showing
 I can't sweat through these scars
 I can't feel the wind blow
 You never get used to not feeling
 You just know you're not like them
 So I feel like everything I died for has died for me
 And I'm left here alone lost walking in the streets
 Where I've seen where men deteriorate
 And then do the same
 Before I knew it I had changed
 And I ain't going back there again
 Things are moving so fast
 For what it's worth I apologize
 I've spilled blood on God's earth
 Father please forgive me, I was born in a city
 Where if you wanna be somebody you gotta kill somebody
 (And claim the body)
 Father please forgive me, I was born in a city
 Where if you wanna be somebody you gotta kill somebody
 (And claim the body)
 (Feel like I'm dying)
 (Feel like I'm dying)
 Artistic bravery
 They say to get it you gotta risk it
 I risk my life everyday
 Why wouldn't I risk this petty shit?
 Huh?
 Don't make me take aim again
 I miss my dead friends
 But I don't miss men
 So when my gun raises up
 Remember Momma couldn't raise me
 So you'll be a dead fuck
 And pardon it
 The man with the skin with all the scars in it
 My soul, my city's hardened it
 My heart, I don't know where it went!
 All I know is there's a war in my head
 My eyes don't close when I lay in my bed!
 Wish I could give my sister all the strength I posses
 And let the heroin kill me instead
 You see my grandmother was murdered
 My mother used a gun
 This killing is in my blood, it's best I don't make a son
 I'm in the mirror trying to find my father in my face
 So I can shoot myself right in that very place
 I... feel... like... I'm... dying...
 (Feel like I'm dying)
 
 
		
		
	
 
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