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ns1:text	"yo any pain Ive forsaken I'm not regretting anything cuz in my mind is a war going on defending me from the pot, from the enemy from the friend of me talking me down when he claims he's just pretending to find the shadow in the mist, condensending me while he actually comin' behind my back to stab me jack me up vertically, til I bleed myself empty so he can drag me away to my final resting place bag me up carefully so there won't be a trace of this murder of friendship, a mind gone misplaced staring at this joint amazed by this creation point blank for this young lad with no real relations cut off from society not by will, by fault a segregated youngster corrupted by the alcohol his first drink was "whoa, man I like this, beats burning myself with that candle light shit" he wakes up in the night screaming Am I bleeding checks himself for cuts then proceeds with the sleeping wakes up in the morning like, what the fuck is reeking? looks under his cover and he can see the blood seeping but it's all in his mind tho he's paranoid, blind of reality, coiled up in the core, trapped in the jaws of addiction when he speaks to his peers you can feel the strain of friction is it fiction? no this is my minds diction he sits by himself every morning staring into walls try'na work up the courage, try'na toughen his balls to face what's out there he's willing but he's scared got a tight grip around his glock cuz he's always prepared to blast one off at any obstacle cause by any threat he sought peace but he found the disease so when he cocks and squeeze he's aiming at me, thinking carefully should end this here and let my life cease? but he hesitates just long enough for me to barricade that frame of mind til it's weary and afraid time of space loses existance, I'm persistently holding diction as protection from myself and any resistance we all got a war goin on in our minds have a look for yourself let's see what you can find is it hatred to love is it pain against drugs whatever it might be you can never give up the nightsky's appearing transformed by the devil it casts a spell on me turning me into a rebell a monster of some sort evil and dreadfull a quick shot of alcohol and I'll be holding a handfull of knives, playing with them lives are pointless when death is staying with them hold no grudge nor mercy on a praying victim shit, stems of madness take root in my mind blinding me like frontlights, twisting my spine til I black out from exhaustion RED ALERT PROCEED WITH CAUTION THIS MIND IS ON THE VERGE OF COLLAPSE so flap your wings jump off land flat on your back in a daze, like after a marothon of crack smoking travel through my dreams crafted by a propulsion given off by continuous atomic explosions reality is an illusion when short on THC stuck in a place where you're really not supposed to be but still there's a war going on fighting for my sanity a trench war, competing for who will vanish me cuz insanity is a safe spot, a peaceful lot of happy emotions far away from life's forced on conscience we all got a war goin on in our minds have a look for yourself let's see what you can find is it hatred to love is it pain against drugs whatever it might be you can never give up"^^xsd:string

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"yo any pain Ive forsaken I'm not regretting anything cuz in my mind is a war going on defending me from the pot, from the enemy from the friend of me talking me down when he claims he's just pretending to find the shadow in the mist, condensending me while he actually comin' behind my back to stab me jack me up vertically, til I bleed myself empty so he can drag me away to my final resting place bag me up carefully so there won't be a trace of this murder of friendship, a mind gone misplaced staring at this joint amazed by this creation point blank for this young lad with no real relations cut off from society not by will, by fault a segregated youngster corrupted by the alcohol his first drink was "whoa, man I like this, beats burning myself with that candle light shit" he wakes up in the night screaming Am I bleeding checks himself for cuts then proceeds with the sleeping wakes up in the morning like, what the fuck is reeking? looks under his cover and he can see the blood seeping but it's all in his mind tho he's paranoid, blind of reality, coiled up in the core, trapped in the jaws of addiction when he speaks to his peers you can feel the strain of friction is it fiction? no this is my minds diction he sits by himself every morning staring into walls try'na work up the courage, try'na toughen his balls to face what's out there he's willing but he's scared got a tight grip around his glock cuz he's always prepared to blast one off at any obstacle cause by any threat he sought peace but he found the disease so when he cocks and squeeze he's aiming at me, thinking carefully should end this here and let my life cease? but he hesitates just long enough for me to barricade that frame of mind til it's weary and afraid time of space loses existance, I'm persistently holding diction as protection from myself and any resistance we all got a war goin on in our minds have a look for yourself let's see what you can find is it hatred to love is it pain against drugs whatever it might be you can never give up the nightsky's appearing transformed by the devil it casts a spell on me turning me into a rebell a monster of some sort evil and dreadfull a quick shot of alcohol and I'll be holding a handfull of knives, playing with them lives are pointless when death is staying with them hold no grudge nor mercy on a praying victim shit, stems of madness take root in my mind blinding me like frontlights, twisting my spine til I black out from exhaustion RED ALERT PROCEED WITH CAUTION THIS MIND IS ON THE VERGE OF COLLAPSE so flap your wings jump off land flat on your back in a daze, like after a marothon of crack smoking travel through my dreams crafted by a propulsion given off by continuous atomic explosions reality is an illusion when short on THC stuck in a place where you're really not supposed to be but still there's a war going on fighting for my sanity a trench war, competing for who will vanish me cuz insanity is a safe spot, a peaceful lot of happy emotions far away from life's forced on conscience we all got a war goin on in our minds have a look for yourself let's see what you can find is it hatred to love is it pain against drugs whatever it might be you can never give up"^^xsd:string

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