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BLOOD SWEAT AND TEARS
IN A ALL WHITE ROOM
STAIGHT JACKET TO TIGHT
AND I ONLY GOT ENOUGH ROOM
TO WRITE...
PUSHED DA PEN 2 MY PAPER
POKED MY SELF N THE THY
STAPLED LYRICS TO MY BRAIN
SO ITS STUCK ON MY MIND
AND AS MY MIND BLEEDS COLD
IT CRIES OUT MY EYES
KILLED SONGZ
SWEATIN OUT BULLETS TRYNA MAKE IT RIGHT
SO AS MY BRAIN FILLS UP
CUZ I CRIED ENOUGH
MY MIND EXPLODES
OVER THE WHITE WALLS
AND FILLS MY PAGES UP
CUZ BLOOD SWEAT AND TEARS
SPENT ABOUT A HUN-NIT YEARS
CAGED IN MY HEAD
SO MY LYRICS ARE SOME afriCENZ
HUNGRY IN THIS GAME
LIKE E-BOLA
AND MALNUTRITION
ISN'T A MISSION
FOR MY COMPOSITION
BECAUSE
BLOOD SWEAT AND TEARS
I PUT IN MY RHYMES
SO I HAD TO RITE A VERSE
JUST BEFOR I DIE
CUZ IM GOING NSANE
NOT BEING RECONIZED