
will it ever stop this thought that i got nothing,
feel like stuffing the paper and take-her
by the hand, stand above the rest, i love the best
coz they keep me goin, im just a sheep flowing
through this life or go through with knife,
no direction like a pointless erection,
the affection i dont have and never will,
but still i spill the thought i got, it aint caught,
i set it free out of me to see were it flee,
for some reason im always aginst the treason,
i know what i wanne do but it wont come through,
i spit now ,im shit now, i still get hit now,
i still take bullshit but they still dont fool-shit,
i write the words and fight the words,
my brain is like a commercial for pain,
i controversial say what i say but still no play,
no matter how i try, it tatter now why,
my sights the sky but for some reason, its gonni pass me by,
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