shadowville productions on the beat. messed up sound quality and im sorry about that

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i was bored. i wanted to wait till my vocal booth is done. but then again i just couldnt wait... so yeah and enjoy

im from a rich country-but my folks cant feed me,
not the kinda one you see on discovery tv,
not really that poor-definitely not wealthy,
i may appear normal-dude, but you cant touch me!

for 21 years i lived my life breathless,
cheers to victory-though mine's is tasteless,
with each words in each verse-speaks sadness,
thought you had it figured out-im just scratchin the surface,
kinda funny how we practisin polygamy,
voices in the air 'why cant he just love me?'
and i feel stupid-eventhough these questions kill,
if it ever leaked, my fate is sealed,
theres no freedom of speech-im just keepin it real,
like my dad at the end of each month facin the bills,
like my mom-when insecurity kicks in,
and whenever sh*** happens-im the only one complainin~
so i pile them up one by one put it in a verse,
from my heart to the paper-traded blood for words,
and im only saying that because-im hating life,
for whatever sh*** it gave me-i give it back with a knife,

so there i was-standin-motionless,
shoulders locked to the elbow-when emotion bursts,
i'd be lying if i told you i was strong enough,
have you ever wondered why i resort to drugs?
thats why i keep my head low-cos the fam is f***ed,
and i keep my eyes closed-i couldnt bear to watch,
knowin-everythin i stood for-stands on edge,
its like-im a wild animal trapped in a cage,
lookin for the exit like im lost in a maze,
and they put me off the stage-cos i shock and amaze,
read it and weap suckas-im bringin the heat,
and this is what you get when you keep sending the beefs,
and so i thrive as a rapper at the cost of self,
and why you gotta ask me why-its common sense,
i've crossed it-an incredible threshold to a dead end,
stirred a lyrical nonsense and get it to breakdance,

see i conquered my life with deception and treason,
the whole system is a lie that's interceptin your reasons,
its an eye for an eye world-get what im sayin?
i put my life on the line so you can stay out of prison,
cos where im from-you cannot speak your mind,
and kickin doors open is 'way out of line',
and status has always contributed corruption,
it goes way back-like as if its some kinda tradition,
kinda sad to see how we the cause of our downfalls,
you witnessin the storm-we caught in its downpour,
while you sit there-lying on your couch critisizin,
walk the walk partner, you call yourselves bruneians?
steady on the ink now-im ready to burn,
let my voice lead the way-now get ready to turn,
and why you askin for an americanised brunei?
when we already have our very own fourth of july...