I wanna die like its my 9 to five
Misery on my mind and pain inside like its my damn 9 to 5
All i keep thinkin is die die die
Reaper swing at me with yo knife
Eat the blade then i release my hate and reap yo body
Sadness in the air
Comin thru the vents beware
I am the heir to this funk bunk im so funkd
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Whipped slave behave slip into the shade, im goin hit ya mane and sell the remains on ebay
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What has my life come to
Hav i jus pa**ed and gone thru
What now am i gonna do
Tell me lord am i posed to turn to you
Boo f**ing hoo
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Sumtimes i think ill neva make
Makin evry move yet i still hate it
Man i liv fo the day i can say i made
Mom i made it
Mom yu was wrong
Wrong bout yo son
His ideas ideal
Momma gave birth to a steal, seal team triple six marines shootin down the snakes crucifix
Believe in jesus christ if yu please don hate me cuz i think hes my enemy
I ain't havin one man choose my damn destiny
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Everyday in pure pain and misery
Pure pain and misery