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Snippet
I was born inside a small town
I've lost that state of mind
Singing inside the Lord's house
But stopped at the age of 9
I forget when I get awards now
By the way that I had to write
The painting stands and are painted upon
They kept me on the grind
So blame it on the paint that blessed me with the life
Friends and family feel empty when they should be filled with pride
And when the world's against me is when I really come alive
And everyday when Satan tests me I try to take it in my stride
You know that I've got whisky with white lies and smoke in my lungs
Life has come to the point, I know where's that and it's no fun
I need to get into the right mind and clear myself up
Instead, I look in the mirror questioning what I've become
I guess it's a stereotypical day for someone like me
Without a 9 to 5 job or an union degree
To be caught up in the trappings of the industry
They showed me the locked doors
I find another use of key
Which you can see