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The Why- Brainwashed
- Tough, when brothers coming out of rehab, it's a longer fight when mothers see how he jabbed
- Kicked fifty boat loads of asses, frozen still molasses, but I still feel like I'm an enigma stabbed
- Nine Thirty Two was the time on clock, took a taxi cab, but didn't load a glock, face fucking scabbed
- taking punches and bruises cause I was willing, five hundred days in the can are a killing,
- Tryna get some healing while feeling like the ceiling was fallin' over my head, ain't that thrillin,
- Had no idea where I was going, dry laws, and sippin' moen, broken, and a stolen token, drilling,
- When I finally figured out where I'd be heading, I finally was cured about, aware, guide my shedding,
- cause ain't no tears gonna remove my darkest fears, walking past a sears, this rhyme adheres to my spreading,
- I'm tired of fucking with a sad vibe, I'm shedding, this overcoat of sadness, badness, and madness, so I'm threading,
- back together my old seam, spewing out rhymes, an old sewing machine, chewing doubt times, I'm getting mean,
- Finally reached the upper east, checking the time, 10 o clock, at least, night's still prime, so I can feast, feeling green,
- No gat, nothing strapped, hit a shop, just sat, my words overflowing, and they lapped, starvation's turned me lean,
- Pumping my imaginary lead, slumping, why necessary? Time to secede, forming my own land, this shit I planned,
- I can keep pulling this shit out sloppy, reason why is because the consistency is like a copy, and then I improve rhymes I canned,
- so before I'm sent to the lands I'm damned, I'm sorry for all the bands I've scammed, but I'm a wreck less machine, Check lists, I'm keen
- But I'm feeling like a vet, landing back in the homeland I'm set, spent my shit I bet, now I've become a poker fiend,
- Pissed off at the world, took a book of rhymes I hurled, kept it close to me, I curled it up to my chest, gave my brain a rest, life is tough undreamed,
- Writings rhymes, I cast this, left classes, I past this, cause my lyrical potential is still untapped, not in a while have I rapped,
- My presence, took it's essence, chemistry lessons, made me shine like chemiluminescence, rhymes stressin, but it was also a blessin',
- Dropped bombs on the chorus and instrumental, like Japan, stretched like a pachycephalosaurus in the central,
- cranium rhymes that adore us, without getting too mental, ripping through rhymes like a tough ass dental, then getting gentle,
- maxed out the cash I spent till, and then I ended my journey, coincidental, just as I'm closing the fundamental, now I'm laying in bed ill,
- realizing the people I killed will, comeback and haunt me, assess still, dropping a scared vet like that will, give me the power,
- especially in my final hours as I am dour, I remain sour, because my mastication, has an abstract negation, living through bureaucratization,
- But now on this very night, at this hour, I found myself high up upon a tower, making peace with god at last, rapping so hard that I've brought myself back from the past,
- and so I spit and slay here today, in a simple way, merely to say, I broke through every conflict, winning it, no hit, doing it all my way.
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