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(You're the bait, you're the bait)×3
sun rays come in through the motherfucking window
Another day, full of shit, does begin yo
Wake up to God's face, on the portrait
Hurry up man, don't make it more late
That's what my life is, nothing that's nice is
Here with me, I can't afford the prices
I try, everytime end up in the same times
Tell me who did the crime, to which I pay the fine
Tryna make a difference, that is why I say a rhyme
Or is it just a vent to my frustration at this time
Twenty four seven, my life is 9/11
sometimes the crash, sometimes the aftermath
I'm losing my mind can't handle this wrath
Circumstances making me a psychopath
God says there's happiness after sorrow
No hope, there'll be sadness even tomorrow.
There's no escape
This is your fate
To sorrows and pain
You are the bait
(You're the bait, you're the bait)×3
My soul is crying, Whole is dying
Being sucked up by black hole of a kind
I see no escape, man I can't find
Peace inside my heart and my mind
Same shit on repeat, like a dope song
Speaking the reality, hoping it's wrong
Satan's banging it, my face is close to a gong
Handcuffed and chained, caged for life long
This is the present, and has been the past
In every motherfucking race, mass is the last
I'm like an average African dying with hunger
Or Franklin Benjamin hit by thunder
some say you write your destiny But man, I doubt it
My ride is heading a fall, can't do shit about it
It's hundred kilometers an hour, and brakes failed
Goodbye my mama, last breath exhaled!
Father forgive me, cuz I ain't perfect na, na, na na...
Why is everything wrong, ooh I can't get it right...
I was tryna get it right...

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