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If this the last song I ever wrote |
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If it were to be the night that these mother****ers murdered me |
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If it were to be a car crash swerving into a Mercury |
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Burgundy splash through the glass when sirens circle me |
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I will be viewed as violent certainly |
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Drug-addled so maybe I’ve only written the worst of me |
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Maybe by me even writing these words I’m tempting the fates |
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They come from the heart sent from a place |
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I couldn’t find in my mind, I was blind, I was lost |
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In a time warp when a mind walked from a sick scene on a sidewalk |
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Full of suicide thoughts, full of false dreams and hopes that you and I bought |
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Like dope so we had to find things to cope |
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Ended up covered in dirt not washed with soap |
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We ended up learning all about the cost of coke |
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By the rope and seen some good folks lost from dope |
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I can’t begin to begin, I’m just horrified |
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You’re ? me ? this thing, you think it’s glorified |
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I just hear the pendulum swing again and again |
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The same song, broken dreams and dead friends |
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I been where I been now I stand where I am |
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As a man with a mic in his hand now goddamn |
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Back holding the crack planet that’s covered with monkeys |
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As I walk through the halls of recovering junkies |
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If this was the last song I ever wrote |
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I’d tell you to grab it by the throat |
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If this is the last song I ever write |
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I’ll tell you to stand back up and fight |
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Live your life, give your life |
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Stand up and fight, young man |
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Live your life, give your life |
| [02:01.45] |
Stand up and fight, young man |
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If these the last words I ever spoke |
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Would you listen closer? |
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Would you close your eyes, envision what I’m supposed to be? |
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Just a ghost of my boys that overdosed |
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On crushed-up poison, crushed with the noise of the ocean |
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Way before Affleck or Coka Nostra |
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Before I had a cashed cheque or a poster |
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Rode sofa to sofa clutching on the old toaster |
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Writing on spray paper, grey days of cold culture |
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Devil got an ulcer with a habit to match it |
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In a bad temper so I’m grabbing a ratchet |
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Just to go along with it my stakes are high |
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To the people this is the way that I say goodbye |
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To my baby boy Terrance, parents so opposite |
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Just as smart as momma is, fiery as poppa gets |
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Just one thing little man you cannot forget |
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If your will is real nobody else can stop the shit |
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Shit I’m living proof, take a look and figure it |
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I grew up in a paradox and rather not forgive the shit |
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But I had to box out this box and I live with it |
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Boxed out of detox, they said I’m on some wigger shit |
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Hated, they were racist so I was facing bigger shit |
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Seen too many homies die just trying to dig a ditch |
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I philosophize all my life burning cigarettes |
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I became smarter but y’all returned to ignorant |
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If this was the last song I ever wrote |
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I’d tell you to grab it by the throat |
| [03:15.03] |
If this is the last song I ever write |
| [03:20.03] |
I’ll tell you to stand back up and fight |
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Live your life, give your life |
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Stand up and fight, young man |
| [03:35.34] |
Live your life, give your life |
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Stand up and fight, young man |
