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ACKSisDEAD

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The silent screams when I'm trying to fall asleep
Listening to cars pass distant in the street
Background noise
Lights flashing on the screen
Distract my thoughts
I fear it's all been foreseen
Put my ear to the door
Got them begging for more
With these bags of this heat
From the rags to the green
Toe tags on the feet
Body bags at the scene
Bloody hands can't get clean
Not all the soap and the bleach
Can clean up all the sheets
At night when you sleep
The faces they creep
And they dance in your dreams
I'm a carcinogen
And I'm far from the end
I just picked up the pen
You all playing pretend

While you rap about places
That you'll never see
See this smile on my face
When it's calm and serene
But I'm counting those days
Few and far inbetween
As time plays tricks
On old memories
I can't pick and choose on the ones that I keep
No answers excuses
In these drugs that I use
And I poison the youth
Got drugs on the move
Yeah these streets know my shoes
And these beats know the truth
Bringing heat to the booth
Cliché but it's true
Wrap my neck with the noose
Take a jump in the pool
Take these pills
Feeling chill
Chasing thrills
Chasing meals
Replacing pain the bills
They can't play with my skills
They complain it fulfills
Break the chains
Chasing fame
King of this game
You sound the same
I'm creating unreal
They'll debate it
But still
They all try to steal
What I bring to table
They chasing my meals

Grime under my nails
That I can't clean out
Silent screams out of my mouth
As memories fade
Stuck in this place
Trying to leave this city but I can't get out
Take me to the beach
Making clouds with the loud
All the lights on the streets
As the rain falls down
I'm a slave to my greed
Yeah we stuck doing rounds
Moving stock by the pound
Foxhole in the ground
Fucked soul hell bound
And my lucks running out
Trying to stay levelheaded
But my heads in the clouds
As I'm dancing with the devil
With my feet on the ground
That's why my should can't settle
When I'm trying to move around

Keep my head low
As I blend in with the crowd
I refined my flow
I'm a master of the shroud
They get blinded by the smoke
When they step into my house
They get wrapped with the rope
When they start acting out
So just pack up your hope
It's my city now
And I'll keep doing rounds
Till I choose to get out
Keep moving your mouth
Fake prince of this town
Till they rinse you all out
And they burn down your house
That's what I'm about
Nobody gets out
Cause I don't make a sound
I chase cash
You chase clout
One hand on this gun
Tucked under my coach
If it's my time to die
Nobody gets out

Heavy hitters with metal
Dots line up from window
Say they got things to settle
Now their body's getting level
Crowd hot on up the pedals
Gun sky up like a rebel
We'll never be the same
You not at my level
You can break me down in frames
Carbon copy and just paste
Try to keep up with my pace
As they all try to replace me
But you'll never be the aish
I'm reinventing this game
With every word that I place on this page
I create something great
Making art with the pain
And I'm starting again
As I rise from the flames
Breaking ties with the fakes
Gaslight by the snakes
Late night in a daze
Penning lines no breaks
In the morning
Sun's rays
And I'm doing it again
I lied
I said I changed
Still smite
King of this game
End lives
With lists of names
No fight
It's all the same
Chest tight
Fallen from grace
And I'm lying on the floor
Soon meeting God's rays

Late night
Phone call
Private numbers
Got them telling me
They hunting down my soul
They think i run from this
But we can go
Toe to toe
My gun has a kick
But private numbers
Won't show their faces yet
I've become
The most hated in this game
Tracers at my back
I'm still here today
Faces through the cracks
I won't fade away
I came
I conquered
Now I'm still here to stay
Late night
Phone call
Private numbers
Got them telling me
They hunting down
My soul
They think i run from this
But we can go
Toe to toe
My gun has a kick
But private numbers
Won't show their faces yet
I've become
The most hated in this game
Tracers at my back
I'm still here today
Faces through the cracks
I won't fade away
I came
I conquered
Now I'm still here to stay

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