One day you diss next day you kiss ass
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And the lies you spit now roll so fast
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Even you yourself start to believe them
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So when alone you feel you try to begfriend
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Don't want to hear another excuse
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You really are blind to the truth
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You can't blame your parents or your youth
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And you should have really learnt when they broke your tooth
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From stage to sound booth you toy with the truth
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Like we care about what you try hard to prove
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We still in this struggle see the pain and the plight
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As outcasts we learned true mental fight
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Cause from youth things never turned out right
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Enough things go on round here wickeder than before
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Don't let things get to your head
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Misdirecting cold calculating
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Just to cause more futile suffering
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Soldados stay fuerte
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And we'll live another day con suerte
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Beg Friend
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Bun Dem Out |