| I’m having a nervous breakdown
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| Cause I’m trying to be me and being like them ain’t easy
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| Hoping that someone out there understands
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| And they all want me to lay down
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| But I’d rather stand for something, I’m someone
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| Feel the whole world is in my hands
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| And it keep me going
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| On and on, and on and on, and on and on
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| Until I’m dead
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| And it keeps on going
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| On and on, and on and on, and on and on
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| Until I’m dead
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| Sad thing is, is they don’t want to hear positive
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| They’d rather die than to learn to try to live
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| Take more time to blame than time to forgive
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| Some lose their ways, others just become too sensitive
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| Gotta be strong — You see, evil, it love the weak
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| Put your tongue in a submission hold, make you afraid to speak
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| Spitting controversy, walking through picket lines
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| With both middle fingers of mine raised real high
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| Call it the sign of the times, I’m blessed with the sudden change
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| Outside the curriculum of my character range
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| I’m a lot off kilt, so they liken to call me strange
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| Telling me that if we die the game will never be the same
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| They call Jamie, «Batman»
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| Then I make any boy wonder
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| How can we survive on the top
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| When all this ground is sitting under
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| Raining without the thunder
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| Bear and amongst the tundra
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| And the only answer I can give is we some bad motherfuckers
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| And I came here to make clear
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| We’re no blurred lines, an assertive time
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| And I’ve earned mine like I worked crime
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| And the first time when I bursted rhyme like a hearse ride
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| You heard I’m homicide in a verse
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| Riling and I’m high like a bird’s eye
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| Hear we go with a third try
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| Rolling like a berzerk diet
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| With fifty sides on to hurt, find
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| It’s me against the world, I
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| Walk around and get cursed by
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| People cause I got the dirt, grime
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| And I wish a motherfucker wouldn’t mind
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| Whether anybody want to die tonight |