And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun
Life is a pyramid, and we are trapped at the bottom
I be on some other shit
They think that we are defected
Account the amount we are paid
And that was when i was in the eighth grade
Hey! what's your name? oh, that's nice
We all just victims of that thug life
Everywhere we go, people know who we are
The underdog of the underground has come far
We are bred by consumerism
And isaiah say one day your time will come
We are on the fucking cusp
She can only live for the moment
We start young,we live life and hopefully die in old age
They say this media changed, these verses gettin strange
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