paroles de chanson I Saw RED - Justin Christopher
I
cant
feel
much
cold
to
the
touch
like
an
anemic
in
a
casket
Telepathic
rehab
once
he
got
inside
it
was
anguish
Crave
pain
huh
you
gave
aim
to
your
intrusive
thought
like
a
mad
man
Wah
Gwan
nigga
Wah
Gwan
This
the
morbid
end
when
the
villain
win
and
the
wrath
come
And
the
tension
and
the
hisses
from
the
bitches
and
my
bitches
I
don't
have
none
I
got
a
circle
full
of
witches
that'll
die
do
my
bidding
Cult
like
followings
Keep
me
moderate
Still
my
bottom
floors
your
ceiling.
Hold
that
thought
I
got
the
strangest
chill
going
down
a
spine
Zombies
kill
for
this
delicate
kind
My
prerogative
is
a
demise
I
deposit
she
close
her
eyes
I
hope
for
The
best
for
You
and
your's
But
selfish
Tendencies
Often
drive
Wedge
between
Narcotic
lean
back
by
the
floor
my
confused
soul
sent
to
Limbo
I
saw
iterations
of
me
before
accident
mistake
free
twenty
urges
to
provide
help
Nineteen
sermons
cant
cleanse
the
filth
Eighteen
hermits
said
whats
the
deal
Come
out
to
heal
myself
Not
again
Let
em
spin
Stuck
in
orbit
Like
index
On
clitoris
180
Degree
Circle
back
To
cul-de-sac
when
Armageddon
split
the
fences
sirens
blasting
bullets
passing
executing
politicians
Revolutions
round
the
earth
round
the
sun
round
the
milky
All
this
happened
in
a
skull
all
this
made
me
feel
so
filthy
Lacking
realty
my
estate
constant
motion
to
escape
Fronting
secrets
to
a
wraith
for
a
loan
I
can't
repay
Middle
finger
for
the
day
Fuck
this
way
Fuck
this
system
Fuck
your
standard
Fuck
the
bigot
Fuck
your
normal
Fuck
the
ignorant
Fuck
the
black
Hotep
dance
Fuck
the
xenophobic
cultish
Fuck
the
blindly
following
colon
Police,
hopeless
homophobics
Fuck
you
too
Fuck
I'm
over
it
I
was
Spazzing
I
was
chained
to
the
wall
No
resolve
I
recall
screaming
running
through
these
halls
Broken
jaw
Fuck
it
all
Fuck
it
all
If
it's
done
Let
it
fall
When
it's
warm
Shed
it
off
When
the
sun
Kill
us
all
Not
to
drag
this
feeling
further
but
this
need
to
get
across
Normalize
the
existential
powder
keg
I'm
bout
to
spark
Alligator
armed
all
of
his
chances
not
a
lack
of
shots
he
just
lacked
imagination
algorithm
wrote
him
off
Against
every
odd
and
outcome
doubters
non
believers
leeches
leeching
off
his
low
defeated
demeanor
He
remained
the
meanest
nigga
this
side
of
a
street
sweeper
Mopping
up
his
murky
mind
til
conscious
was
The
cleanest
Let's
explore
Could
it
be
he
had
a
bone
to
pick
Or
was
it
destined.
Uh
Or
was
it
in
the
nature
or
the
way
life
dressed
him
up
Garbage
baggy
blow
from
Southside
to
the
western
front
Hated
most
but
what's
the
point
if
it
come
down
to
luck.
I'm
more
than
fine
separating
from
the
Pack
You
want
a
close
circle
fine
nigga
take
a
lap
So
misleading
I'm
redeeming
every
time
you
said
I
can't
Make
it
seamless
sultan
from
a
prince
from
a
street
rat
Life
grabbing
by
the
chest
Cardiac
arrest
Tryna
pull
something
real
Cast
a
wide
net
And
you
know
the
hard
pills
to
swallow
made
up
of
yourself
In
someone's
medicine
cabinet
Your
reflection
starts
to
swell
Well
The
air
round
the
water
gets
cooler
Heavy
hands
hold
me
down
what
a
mover
Everything
change
but
when
it
came
sooner
The
new
person
clung
to
me
like
a
tumor
New
skin
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