First and foremost, let me get this off my chest
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Rest in peace Jesse, skateboard vet
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Just like Harold Hunter, overdosed, left
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Suicide by any means, can't live, depressed
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I know it may be hard to understand my point of view
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But keep in mind that everything is relative
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In Japan they call it falling on your sword
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And we ain't ask to be born so it ain't our fault
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But excuses is excuses and nothing more
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I live for my sister, my mom's honor, that's all
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Truth is I don't blame my five friends
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Who all did like Cap Steez, yeah, and made their own end
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You see, these people felt pain like Freddy E
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People try to fill the voids and still unhappy
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And they gotta understand that it seems so bad
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Or the subject of the story was just born sad
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Though the times is hard
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And your soul is scarred
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All you see is rainy days
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Still, don't throw your life away
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Though the times is hard
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And your soul is scarred
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All you see is rainy days
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Still, don't throw your life away
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Take it from the horse's mouth, man, I've been miserable
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Everybody say you great, I felt pitiful
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Perfectionist or negative, whatever you call it
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It's the feeling that everything you touch, you spoil it
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Turn dollars to dust, gold to glitter
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Ain't none a these damn things make you feel better
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Peep the most important thing, they got no help
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Even when things were tried, it did not help so
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Keep trying or you will lose
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I know all my peoples could of done better with you
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There's so many groups, so many like minds
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I'd be a part of them all if I didn't write rhymes
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And I know not everybody's made for sharing
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But if you get to that point, please make it apparent
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Because there's people in this world who need you here
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And this song is one part to lead you there
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Though the times is hard
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And your soul is scarred
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All you see is rainy days
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Still, don't throw your life away
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Though the times is hard
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And your soul is scarred
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All you see is rainy days
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Still, don't throw your life away
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A suicide occurs every 15 minutes
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And then there's the rest still living with the sickness
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F the jargon, dogma and the stigma
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F the plastic people making you feel lesser
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Wrestler, W W F you
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'Cause we been through it all just in our heads, bro
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And then you got the real life, real life
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Being alone, feeling alone, who needs life?
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But twist it all around if you really don't care
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Now's your chance to do what you want, yeah so dare
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Better than taking your own life or theirs
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'Cause nobody deserves death before it's fair
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And life ain't, and we all know that
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But there are so many groups who can help you hold back
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And not only that, they might put your life on track
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I wish Aaron Swartz was still here to hear this rap
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Though the times is hard
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And your soul is scarred
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Rainy days
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Still, don't throw your life away
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To Write Love On Her Arms
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Grassroots Suicide Prevention
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NIMH
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SAMHSA
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The AFSP
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The Trevor Project
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AaronSwartz
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