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homemade shanks

and whos to blame for this insane game

the rest of man kind would think its fine,

i love the world but does it love me back?

infested in my life i been hacked

whos to know where we'll be in 15 years

how many of us will shed those tears.

when every moment arises,will you be tall,

condemned we'll be each time we fall,

to remember all of those nights and days,

the times where it was so blessed,

but now its all just so gray,

so muthafuckin stressed

moments in between night and day,

not talkin bout dusk til dawn,

but the day that we are all gone.

 

hate to love it and love to hate it.

just listen and let your brain take it

what will be, we mae never see.

cherish the moments in your life,

once its all done, was it all just pure strife?

so fill my scars and watch it bleed

once i thought that's all i would need

so much more is left in the world

but how many times do we see just one world

get that natural high and then come fly

open your eyes and breath in the phresh air

soon enough you'll find the ones who'll care

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Cambodian
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Sep 8, 2010
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