I can’t help it. The voice is in my head are too strong. They’re screaming louder on the rise while they lasting so long. I’m on the edge posted in the hedge clock and lock the fold in its own angle tight got you in my night site in for blue gleaming sickness from these demons things what they see Man twisted wicked dreaming things are what they see twisted wicked dreams they say what they see twisted wicked dreams Feeling like a heathen no time now thieving trying not to spend my last dime staying up all night never close my eyes demons run from the light PTSD from the day that I got bless it. I should’ve been up in a casket, but I’m still kicking and breathing the dodging like a heathen never in my life did I think you turned a bitch on me wanna do that testifying phone and getting switched on me testify testifying with this against the feds and not throw down my record doing that time pursuing the time, not doing the crime there’s a thin line between love and hate there’s a thin line between life and death. There’s a thin line between mine and yours like a lion roars death do it creep there’s a thin line store death while you sleep. Now they sit in the front liners, taking every word and try to grow, you have a regular range or anything you say can will be used against you in the court law. Listen to it closely for anybody say someone will be a stupid act. I know my constitutional rights and you’re intrusion on them. Have you ever heard of invasion on privacy tap on my phone without a warrant listen to my words trying to make them say something they not ripple death grips gravel every day when I struggle with death I’m grappling struggle with life. I’m grappling in this life. I got gaff man old ass scaffold man by the ticket, putting in the raffle man, no luck every time it’s no luck every time. It’s no luck. Take my finger out my mouth which weighs the breeze, another village in siege, being standing with the hand cannon blue rag blades blowing in the breeze, sitting in the fucking house where the fucking keys to the lock of life you grab the Glock that’s life I ain’t got no block that’s life and ain’t got no guns that’s life you got hell that’s life. That’s one run that’s life and now your life up to me. I struggle to do the right in the wrong way. I try to keep people around me, but still, I’m lonely.m it’s like that when I ride to the block. Getting sick of the site of that Glock is when they see the Glock man they know it’s going down. I’m able to get with these hollowpoint rounds cause I know ain’t a fucking joke and those don’t seem to find that I’ll be going low cause I ain’t playing ain’t no playing in this game mr. casting clinically insane. It feels no pain. It taste kind of sweet. I’m leaving bodies blood stains to talk up on the street and if you got beef set me up on that funk I’ll pack the back and get them to make 90 out the trunk and I’ll be pumping the fools suck fools and blood is how they find you all on the wall behind you
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