Escaped the simulation killed my self in mind, now I'm only dead, when I close my eyes, you won't get it listen carefully, but that's cause I sit front row seat
Of this play called life, we rehearse it wake up every time, have to smoke to rhyme
Fallen from heaven creators of Christ
Why not worship yourself, Damn it! take some advice!
I play games by myself, that's a lonesome night
I play ball with my 6, they can't keep up all the time
Gotta go rest, nah homie, sit down and vent
If you knew what these words meant,
Only 2 really know, life sucks like my home, aint even got a stove, good things take time in this life,
Haven't had one just take my life,
But there isn't a way im getting taken out, with my family out of a drought, with a brother who's gonna make it out, with the homies that get shaded out!
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