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Let's separate this
Seems my sentence to sentences is senseless
When my sense is questioned
Ever since I first penned this
Wrote a rap... it's a start...
And made friendships, but this ain't friend-sh**
This is solo, so low and your ends wit
Many problems, some things solve them
But sometimes our rhymes create distortion
And it's hard, to write bars at large
When peeps write bars to act hard in charge
What are you on top of?
Throw a stone at stoned drunk rappers doing hip-hop
But my mind-set never changed
That's why I'm still in this box today
Hey, it's just life on reply
It's hard to stay awake with these things that they gave me
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Sometimes I think I've lost it
Lost the plot, lost logic
What's this? Honest
I used to love to write, record this
Now it's a mission, nothing to be applauded
Now I'm sitting in the corner
Call the medics in for some medicine
Begging them for some drink gin or vodka
Bothered, by a life ran by monsters
Feeling suppressed shallow depths of our culture
Vultures, but I ain't looking to be dead soon
So stop hovering round my head in bad moods
Sad dude, crap cartoon
No punch-line here, when needed a lift too
Another level, another place
Nothing left, I'll stay here mate
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Feeling dark like the gla** on the van to court
The tint makes devil eyes as the cars pa** forth
In no mood to talk, handcuffed as I walk
Suicide watch, lights on, cameras in the cot
Can't sleep, can't eat
Tried to read but lost
No clock, no meaning, conceded to law
Lost in my thoughts
Corner of my eye between bars I see
Not bars in my head
But bars that barred me from being me
Sometimes we escape, become something else
Sometimes we get lost in the image we created
And lose self
I used to think it was about the music
And how we could use it to make a movement
So stupid