Father what¡¯s the issue with your children
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They¡¯re acting like they¡¯re convinced that I won¡¯t fucking kill them
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They act like I¡¯m like them and I¡¯m not one in a billion
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I am the devil¡¯s son I have no fucking feelings
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Your skin tightens up at the sight of a killing
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My conscience has given up saying how I should be living
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And I know I need to change and I¡¯m ready god willing
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But I gave more than I took I only took the cards they were dealing
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Would you kill
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You say you can you say you will
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Are you real
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Are you ready for that cage of cold steel
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My soul is scattered across the streets of my city it¡¯s in pieces
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It¡¯s fed upon by roaches and the rats and the leeches
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I¡¯ve participated in murder its left me sleepless
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So I put my hands together I kneel and I pray to Jesus
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You should pray too
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Pray that this jams up cause I¡¯ve done this before I don¡¯t clam up
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Get on the floor put your motherfucking hands up
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God make room I¡¯m about to send a man up
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Would you kill
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You say you can you say you will
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Are you real
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Are you ready for that cage of cold steel
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Are you tough
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That ain't enough
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You gotta rust every place that I touch
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Would you kill
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You say you can you say you will
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I¡¯ve been under the knife been in front of the gun I have no fear
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We don¡¯t turn and run where I¡¯m from we shoot our way out of here
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And I¡¯ve been to hell and back confined
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And I grit my teeth and do my time
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And I watch this world just pass me by
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And I just sit and wonder why
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Everything that I touch dies
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Place pennies in both of my eyes
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This place is eating me alive
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Murder Murder Murder
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| King 810 |
