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letra de trapped personalities - chuckklez

[chorus: tre flowz]
homicide, the way i’m destined to die
suicide mission, my ninjas gon’ ride
pain and anguish, only vision in my eyes
dead felt when i can’t even f-cking cry
am i living life or am i caught up?
reflection from the way that i was brought up
i do this for my sons and my daughters
i do this for my sons and my daughters

[verse 1: chuckklez]
come and take a walk with me in the mouth of madness
it’s filled with misery and f-cking sadness
seems i can’t control what’s wrong with me
in this life that i live with two personalities
it’s like a never-ending battle between jekyll and mister hyde
as i’m dеaling with the stress evеr day in my mind
no matter what i do i can’t seem to do right
its just getting to the point there’s no ending to this fight
the only best friends that i have are the booze
and the drugs in each hand, so, i let loose
but the only reason demon out to laugh in my face
like some horror movie sh-t with no solution to escape
what kind of man has to deal with these problems?
in order to survive i have to hit the rock bottom
so, i try to call for god cuz i need him right now
but he never f-cking listens, even when i’m ’bout to drown
now i blacked out, then i woke up in a room
feeling hopeless and scared like i’m trapped in a tomb
surrounded by pictures of everyone i love
being burnt to a crisp from all the drama that i’ve done
only way out is to find myself
to relinquish my ego on the devil himself
but both of each side are being tested by strength
only time will tell if i ever maintain
[chorus: tre flowz]
homicide, the way i’m destined to die
suicide mission, my ninjas gon’ ride
pain and anguish, only vision in my eyes
dead felt when i can’t even f-cking cry
am i living life or am i caught up?
reflection from the way that i was brought up
i do this for my sons and my daughters
i do this for my sons and my daughters

[verse 2: tre flowz]
don’t talk about my life, i was never living right
brought up and then go home when sh-t was never right
pops an alcoholic and mom tryna spoil me
every whooping i got, it kinda sorta fed the beast
i play for keeps in the streets when i roam at night
temper so bad, first grade was my first fight
schools tried to label me, called a delinquent
f-ck you think, b-tch? mom’s food’s taking me in
f-ck your pop quiz, i’m cheating off the math whizz
and i’ma bang his head off the locker if he try to give me lip
yeah, been evil ever since seed
grew into this world full of poverty and greed
grown into this man that i am, i keep it to myself
hustle on the block just to make it settle
white padding in the trunk with the pigs on my ass
cold steel on my hip and this society is hollow brass
hurt by these b-tches, my heart went hollow fast
only thing i love is my music and my cash
something in this family is juggalos ’til death
still screaming “ahh ooh” ’til my dying breathe
months hate, we unite, couldn’t keep no one close
see the ones close to me always hating the most
four kids, but three i can’t see cuz my baby mother hates me
overdrawn bank account, forty dollar late free, d-mn!
[chorus: tre flowz]
homicide, the way i’m destined to die
suicide mission, my ninjas gon’ ride
pain and anguish, only vision in my eyes
dead felt when i can’t even f-cking cry
am i living life or am i caught up?
reflection from the way that i was brought up
i do this for my sons and my daughters
i do this for my sons and my daughters

- chuckklez

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