Lyrics
Blood
stained
Fabric,
Cotton
up
in
a
addict
Life
so
tragic
seems
like
death
is
a
treasure
You
stepped
up
into
the
minds
of
the
Crime
infested
youth
Ain't
no
jobs
ain't
no
stop
until
this
police
abuse
So
we
kill,
drill,
only
popping
pills
Fantasize
a
steal
when
you
went
home
with
out
a
meal
Welcome
to
the
grave
no
debate
59
six
six
six
the
grey
No
escape
from
my
fate,
bitch
im
ready
to
die
today
Fuck
the
police
and
judges
Fuck
the
priest
and
God's
judging
Fuck
the
state
and
the
public
I
wanna
see
tall
skyscrapers
crumbling
We
all
meet
the
shovel
don't
have
to
act
humble
Distance
myself
from
the
huddle
Nothing
but
trouble
Find
me
a
nice
quiet
place
in
the
jungle
Keep
it
low
key
keep
it
subtle
Only
a
couple
aloud
in
my
bubble
Puddle
of
blood
the
result
of
the
hustle
Cuddle
my
drugs
by
the
bundle
My
frontal
lobe
constantly
struggle
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