Blood stained Fabric, Cotton up in a addict
Life so tragic seems like death is a treasure
You stepped up into the minds of the Crime infested youth
Ain’t no jobs ain’t no stop until this police abuse
So we kill, drill, only popping pills
Fantasize a steal when you went home with out a meal
Welcome to the grave no debate 59 six six six the grey
No escape from my fate, bitch im ready to die today
Fuck the police and judges
Fuck the priest and God’s judging
Fuck the state and the public
I wanna see tall skyscrapers crumbling
We all meet the shovel don’t have to act humble
Distance myself from the huddle
Nothing but trouble
Find me a nice quiet place in the jungle
Keep it low key keep it subtle
Only a couple aloud in my bubble
Puddle of blood the result of the hustle
Cuddle my drugs by the bundle
My frontal lobe constantly struggle
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