Doubt
Pariah
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I'll carry until death suspended by marionettes Whiskey breath pairin' wit cigarettes; chest carrion flesh Face carryin' stress. Nevertheless, I'll still cherish this hex Aware I was rarely blessed, not wary of perishin' yet Daring to take the steps to have it blarin' in ya tape decks Cuz I ain't dead yet! I'd rather be an unsung mumbler than a one-hit wonder Then I'm asked why my numbers so real; it's no wonder So long as I got a lung-full, a numb-tongue, and wanton hunger I'll be there when you come undone and blunder Woah, Pariah the type who dumb-spit thunder Moses on the mic to rip the humdrum asunder See these bastard kids pout and bitch, but all I heard was mumbles They're passionless, lack countenance, and get shocked when they stumble I smack the mouth of passivists and caught the rookie's fumble So I pass the mouse a glass of milk and watch the cookie crumble What's sadder? A life not lived or a life lived at discount Guess it don't matter, guess the light dimmed down Dead should be at rest now Zombies walkin' streets, sun too bright got they head down Shoot for the stars and burn up upon reentry Won't stop you lookin' up, that urge too tempting Hope don't absolve souls when your bowl's turned empty How you call it a story when it's only got an ending? I could piddle peddle hella sixes and tens Just a little dick messin' wit pencils and pens; it just depends On what this wiz-kid gets himself in Spit some intelligence, adrenaline, and mix it all in Yo I heard the story, observed in Purgatory, returned wit words of glory Herds of unheards murdered slowly Bashful sissy bitches sick of being Sisyphus wishers Rather lick Swishers to mask the sick symptoms Dim-witted cadavers, but then again why listen to a rapper? Who's just a simple little asshole Mixed wit all the rabble Tryna get back on the saddle and tower out of Babel But all I do is dribble and dabble Hope the spittle'll stab through you brittle, whittled bastards You fragile, shackled jackals find nice things blinding Eyes bleed, lackin' Visine You cats act dead like crackheads with pipe dreams What's sadder? A life not lived or a life lived at discount Guess it don't matter, guess the light dimmed down Dead should be at rest now Zombies walkin' streets, sun too bright got they head down Shoot for the stars and burn up upon reentry Won't stop you lookin' up, that urge too tempting Hope don't absolve souls when your bowl's turned empty How you call it a story when it's only got an ending? "They chose to die, because they had hope..." "I look at niggas faces when they die, like the last face that You know was left; you know what I mean? Because that-that-I seen niggas mad in the box... You know what I mean-see some niggas get killed over shit and you (See) He (Know) he fucked up...He (Know) he fucked up And that face is, that face is on him right there..."
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