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    What are you when a piece of you is lost?
    An incomplete model. Can you sense what is off?
    Just that little piece that pushed you to move
    When the world told you there's nothing else you can do
    But sit in a dark room and contemplate on the fact
    that the only screws that you have are all loose.
    You're the only goose in a paddling,
    Not sure what is happening
    Because now you're no longer laughing
    At the things that you had once.
    You're just sad all the time and your way of living
    Reminds you of Nicki Minaj,
    Because life sucks.
    Back to that piece,
    Was it really as small as you thought?
    You don't remember but
    At first it you didn't think it would be as deep as it got.
    You're a frog in a pot.
    The water's getting warmer.
    As a matter of fact it's getting hot.
    You can feel your time shrinking,
    What? Do you just not care?
    Finding yourself in a fatal situation
    But you still just sit there.
    That piece is still missing.
    You feel heavily cold in your chest.
    You can feel that you're taking your last dying breaths
    And it hits you like a bullet that went straight through your neck.
    You take that chill in your chest and send it to your spine.
    Right then and there you realize,
    That if you had that one little piece you'd still be alive.
    The piece would have gave you the kick to survive.
    The determination and drive.
    The piece is something that you once had that many strived.
    That motivation, that was sent from above.
    What was that piece? Some believe it was love....
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    There's a monster inside of everybody
    so people say.
    And that it'll only be a cold day
    in hell for you to chase it away.
    There's an issue in my mind
    plaguing my thoughts all day.
    But I can't speak of it directly,
    so to god I'll pray.

    There's two sides to every coin,
    that means on both sides two faces.
    And there's one that's shown often,
    the other only in some cases.
    What's seen as nice and friendly
    could a lot of times be replaced with
    underhanded aggression and
    sometimes even hatred.

    That's the reason why people's
    emotions getting played with.
    Why people pullin up and
    straight getting dangerous.
    This kind of shit is why folks
    feel like life ain't worth livin.
    Why can't we all just appreciate
    the life we were given?

    When did everybody start to
    push folks in the snake pit?
    Or the people who talk about others
    when they themselves really ain't shit?
    Or the people that like to
    just see others fall?
    Or the friends we realize,
    were never really friends at all?
    The ones that knock people down
    just so they feel tall,
    can don old trumps
    six feet under the wall.
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    I know as of late,
    I haven't felt just as inclined.
    Days and days keep passing,
    I don't even check the time.
    I'm not sure how I'm feeling,
    just got so much on my mind.
    Everybody's got a story,
    not quite sure how to tell mine.
    I could start from anywhere,
    but I could end the same.
    The fact it took me all this time,
    is really just a shame.
    Perhaps I should more often
    tell to others how I feel.
    Emotions can be fairytales,
    but mine are too surreal.

    I wish that I could find a way to cope.
    Honestly just looking for some hope.
    Every time I try to speak up then I choke.
    How do I repair what has always been broke?

    People all around me steady telling me to smoke.
    "Take a little sip"; "Just hit a little dope."
    "Just find yourself a chick, to get a little throat."
    "Or you could end it all, with a gun and a rose."

    Whoa.

    It's not like I've been runnin out of patience.
    I just don't see a point in getting wasted.
    Or Vaping. I'm shaking. I'm breaking.
    I'm waking and remaking
    situations I've been chasing.

    But still I'm still pacing.

    Frustrations,

    mistakes, and temptations.

    I'm saying that I didn't make it this far,
    just to tell them that "I've made it that far."
    But I know that life can make it so hard.
    I know that they'll keep raising that bar.
    I try to keep from being so selfish.
    I try to keep thoughts from being so dirty.
    I got three little mouths in my house to feed.
    I haven't even aged to be thirty.

    Yeah, you correctly just heard me.
    I ain't even thirty but I'm raising some kids
    How the hell am I chasing dreams
    and then taking them with?
    How the fuck can I hold it down
    barely getting a grip?
    How the hell are they my kids
    when their mom is my sis?
    I look to shooting stars
    to try making a wish:
    That they don't be the stars
    shot by less fortunate kids.

    But my feelings don't even matter though
    All my connections just drop as collateral.
    By the day they becoming more lateral.
    I'm sure that my distance ain't natural.
    It'd be me to notice this pattern though.
    Yet not even searching for change.
    It ain't even that I don't care anymore,
    Sometimes I don't know what to say.

    No I'm not okay.
    But I'll tell you that I am.
    Don't worry bout me.
    Really it's just who I am.
    And who I will be.
    Will I ever feel free?

    Is this really the real me?
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    [Beat Drop: 0:22]

    It feels like I've struck the same chord bout twice now.
    I'm feeling kind of paranoid about what is my life now.
    Am I reaching third base? Or am I bound to strike out?
    Stuck within a hard place, tryna use a rock to fight out.

    The only result is flames, the only result is names.
    The only result is to keep playing life's cruel game.
    The only result I need is to find me a new brain.
    Stuck in the box so long, that outside's a new strain.

    Somebody please tell me;
    Where the hell should I be going?
    Been isolated all this time,
    Should I stick with what I know then?
    Not sure if that's a good thing,
    All the paths I see are broken.
    Your wishes in life don't matter,
    What does is if you're chosen.

    What I mean is:
    You can be Straight or Gay.
    You can be Lost or Found.
    You can be White or Grey.
    You can be Black or Brown.

    You can be the Greatest athlete.
    You can be the Smartest scholor.
    But everybody that's involved,
    submits to the Top Dollar.

    That's been put into our bloodstream.
    That's been put into our minds.
    That's been put into our hearts.
    That's been repeated through our lives.

    The trap was perfectly designed.
    The trap was cleverly disguised.
    The trap's foundation base:
    Those who stop asking 'Why?'

    The ones that tried have died.
    We don't remember who they are.
    Their names erased from history.
    Dismissed and thrown off far.

    'Is this the life I want?' I asked,
    back then I did not know.
    It doesn't matter what you do.
    It matters who you know.
    And where those people go.
    And how far they will take you.
    How much money they'll make off you.
    That's why I stay grateful.
    The ones I love are close.
    I can eat, work, and rest.
    Meanwhile others I know,
    are barely getting by with less.

    The point of life is survivng,
    and further to find a purpose.
    That's why lowly roles exist.
    Fear of feeling worthless.
    People don't care about finding peace.
    They don't care about they health.
    It's all about gaining power
    and stacking up their wealth.

    But why do I feel like there's more?
    Somewhere that we should be sure.
    Yet hidden by all the lies,
    to be discovered nevermore.

    It ain't enough to pray.
    It ain't enough to believe.
    I wish I could find the real life.
    I wish I could fulfill this need.
    But this is the real life,
    my wishes just ain't free.
    That's just how it be.
    What more can you ask from me?
    Stuck in a world of blind
    trying to help them see.
    To anybody who'll listen
    please hear out my plea:

    |Chorus 2x|
    We causing all the pain...

    We causing all the stress...

    We need to make a change...

    Before we're laid to rest...

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