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Verse: (Integ's Lyrics)
Yo, I'm feeling nauseous, I'm exhausted, but I'm restless
I'll tell it real, I can't help to feel that I'm less than
It's just a flaw of mine, I keep em all in mind, I repress it
Walking a tight rope is how I cope with the depression
Every single day, I'm feeling caught in the middle
Of a bomb and a missile, on the block with a pistol
Running away from a dozen cops and officials
Who won't stop with the whistle, but they not being civil
Thinking bout the rhymes that I could jot with a pencil
On a hot instrumental, oh? Thought of a riddle, what's a lot of a little?
Cause I just want to it the fucking lotto a little, pray to God for a nickel
I got a deep pain inside, not suicidal
But you and know, that I pray to die
And you may despise me, cause I may be hiding
In my faceless rhyme schemes, so that they don't find me
This is the catharsis, of a starving artist
The darkest of a heartless harvest
Like arson, imma start this spark
It's the hardest when your heart is guarded
But harness that spartan carnage
This shit's eating me alive and that's why I write these bars, bitch
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