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Genre
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Peak #5,557
Peak in subgenre #3,097
Author
Scapegoat
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Scapegoat
Uploaded
August 01, 2002
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MP3 3.7 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
intro...(don't have it with me)
jason was born into an average family class/
overweight kid who's waist kept expanding like trash/
a well rounded human nature who never saw his weight/
cuz he could see through all the superficial things that why would say/
jason was more focused on the inner human heart/
thought that carnal eyes and mind leads to hates fuming start/
jason was the popular kid that you envied at night/
treated everyone nice and he had no enemies to fight/
but things changed once he entered his high school years/
the person inside of him died and resurrected fear/
the butt of all jokes and laughter that ran around the halls/
his friends act like they don't know him when he's pushed against the walls/
they stall when he calls but they just keep walking on/
leaving jason to the guys who's fists evolved from palms/
he tried to stay calm and strong but it wasn't long/
before his fuse was lit and he became a walking bomb/
his mom asked whats wrong but he would never answer/
too busy plotting the revenge of his deadly cancer/
that was growing inside his golden heart and brain/
they start his pain, he'll start their pain till they all decay/
fill the open graves with a buncha dead faggots/
who treated him lower than a buncha red maggots/
semi-automatics just like arnold schwarzeneggar/
he had it figured, a pack of bombs to make it quicker/
focused daily in the woods to make his aim tighter/
reading magazines of convicted killers and writers/
memorizing every esential detail they covered/
informations and stats soon became his new found lover/
ideas soaking in his skull faster than 47's/
thought this was the fast track to become a legend/
his anger fed him and led him to school suspensions/
fighting with past bullies, skip class,rules bending/
soon ending his academic career, life in the air/
a comical relief slash nightmare with knives in the air/
buyers beware, leave your fresh items at home/
before they wind up stolen like tupac's rap poems/
crack, coke, weed, acid, they fulfill his needs/
everything he wanted sinc his dad became deceased/
jason cursed at the sky for letting his father die/
his mother blamed him for the death so jason turned to crimes/
running with gangs and getting mixed up with the wrong crowd/
kicked out of his home, no money and no house/
forced to live under bridges and begging for food/
ragged shirt and pants he owned and socks with no shoes/
homeless shelters rejected him, he copped pleas with no use/
applied for welfare but bush said he holds no truth/
so jason collect called his mom via the phone booth/
but his mom o.d.'d last year trying to keep her mind loose/
a dying youth, the neglecter became neglected/
uncles and aunts hate him, jason's now rejected/
a prime example of what the the environment can do to you/
swallow your pride, leave you behind and get you confused/
jason's only 18 but feels more like he's eighty-six/
nothing to live for but death he's sick of daily-tricks/
that the world plays on his fragile yet dangerous mind/
everything made him sick so he pulled out his own eyes/
for everytime he gets pissed on by the world walking by/
jason thought this'll end him seeing them point and laugh/
but it was of no avail, too tired he fell on the grass/
folded his arms to his chest and prayed hell on their ass/
laying on his back, the first time he's gotten relaxed/
heard 2pac's changes, then he finally breathed his last/
and became just another number in the almanac/
only 18 his fate deemed to lead him to deaths trap/
the victim of the system no longer has to struggle/
we're all left behind in trouble until god pops our bubble/
