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He glances at the mirror
Sees himself, is scared to death
Ashamed by each minute flaw
Sees the waste of every passing breath
He waits within his room

haunted by the stigma of incest 

she tried to hide the scars
her name reminds me of the stars 
i saw diamonds divide 
in the corners of her eyes 

she

Time to confront all the stigma
You're baffled by my enigma
I cannot fathom conditions
That we the people may witness
Meanwhile I play my position

When I saw
That cursive writing for the first time it didn't feel right
It had the stigma
The cynical vista
The people it attracted made

shouldn't
This wicked heart isn't wooden
Yet quick to get lit
Like the wick
On the tip of a candle stick
In a room consumed by cannabis
This ain't a can

And when they lie
I can see it in their eyes
Gotta catch these niggas spy
Got my niggas by my side
And when they lie
I was rocking with my team
She

to hold, and you can hold one
And I don't have a reason to live, so I just wrote one
I was 15 and I needed a name to go by
I fell in love with music now

an underage human being
Dying by suicide and instantly becoming jealous
And questioning why it wasn't my time
When I had attempted
Twice
It's a familiar yet

did not receive a Bar Mitzvah
Could you believe the little heathen feels deceived by what the deacon
Had been speaking 'bout the swastika? Disagreed

Picture getting bigger
Ever white kid is a bonified nigga
Every black wants to live up to a stigma
All these subpar rappers
Looking at them like

"Although our search for a light
Gem was a dead end we chased that gang away
 and made some new friends
Ulric is behind bars by now- I
Know he'll

I love
I love all my
I love
I love all my conversations accompanied by Rossi Cups
I love deep discussions with my niggas
Never get enough
Think that

treated unfairly by our society,
We're treated unfairly, nobody supports me.

My wife-
Just went in to labour,
Whilst working class voted them in,

like I'm running out of time
And I'm living in fear of the day, my life's no longer mine

I'm approaching independence, week by terrifying week
Even with

stigma, told me to abstain
Tolerance was a stake in the heart
Kept inside til a psychotic break

Transgression Superhighway
They make it hard to get off

script
Missions persist
To dismiss the critics
And diminish the limits
At the same time
Leaving me in pieces
Increasing ideas
By reaching my weakness

concrete and force feeding us with a senseless
None reasons why we stuck on this one street redefined by this harsh meaning of life

And we swerve with it

change I just grew for the better
I took a loss took a break for a second
Up by the hour I told you I--
Ayo, this beat sound like a million Bucs
Go

Yeah, yeah
I am happiest when I'm by myself
Since the '06 finals, been like fuck the refs
Yeah, ayy, went to UT-Dallas but don't play no chess
But

Lyrics by: Pieter Daarth

Intro Verse by Franz Kafka: 

"Wenn Du vor mir stehst und mich ansiehst, 
was weisst Du von den Schmerzen, die in mir sind?

I'm covered by the blood it's in my DNA
Jesus Christ is all I need in this life and Maybe his ETA
Early time of arrival
I arrive wit a Bible
They look

needed you to understand me
I’d rather be taken care of by a nanny
Than this broken family

The last verse was tension with my father
This one’s about

I'm tryna say
It's a way of life and I'm living that way 
As of right now I'm going day by day
Yeah it works pretty well even though its cliche
I focus

apparent,
the sense absurd, but all too real;
the nonsense is arrant
but she just wants to feel comfortable.

A pound in the collection-box,
a name-plate by