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J. Rivera / beat: m1 production
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2003
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October 22, 2003
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Lyrics
im lost im stuck in the fucken mudd// so i prey to god to let me go, of the hold, rest my soul// but memories occurs, at the worst times// as i lie wishing that i really fucken died,but i want to survie this life of mine, i cant deny// my heart breaks, so i ran to get it from escapen// hope i can make it, but its to far ahead of me// no wonder i cant see//
hook 2x's
how many times do i say im not sick?, every time i look, i just scratch the itch// off the mind that i dont want, but it just dawns// that no matter what i do, it wont be gone//
i have this trouble mind, thats killen my life// i cant be the one guy, who loves cyinine// i talked to jesus christ, at the same time// im trying to make up my mind, where heaven lies// its in the heart, while hell is in the mind// I I I I I I really want to die// so i can let go, feelings down below// i get the bottle, to capture my poor soul// and pour into the flow, have my feelings let go// most people dont know, if it wernt for the flow, id have no soul, it's hard ta let go// but i gotta show, what i got// no matta is its hot or not, i cant really stop//im fucked, im lost, im stuck, no matta what, im at a lost// with thoughts like these...help me god 3times
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now look at me, you'll see an mc// as hungry as me, but ya stomache wont bleed// how many times do i wish that i get somthen fit?//when i feel this shit, god i hate this//....really fucken quick, or da mind starts ta twitch// thinking of this chick, makes me wanna wish// for one more chance, another fucken glance// of your finess, and body thats was blessed// but than you played tha mind, that wasnt nice// made me wanna try, to conduct suricide// while alone in a room, where i play fucken doom// not the goddamn game, but forsake of a name// i display all the triats off feeling inapt// but i was willing to play the game// a shame a rage a take, time to change// the way my brain really fucken coordanites//
hook 2x's
thank god i have my dawgs who has my back//
in fact oblivion, focus, whirle, mike, jj, andy, and bobby// all these peeps are my homies, not to mention my bro, george and his girl!// but non the least my girl mariee!!, saved me// from any harm these guys are my angels// from differnt angles, too keep it honed//
hook 3 or 4 times..
