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letra de war in my brain - hash gordon

[verse 1]
war goin’ on in my brain
look into my eyes, you can see all of my pain
momma’ always told me that your boy was insane
i’m ’bout to flip sh-t
b-tch, i’m feelin’ inhumane

[chorus]
born into this world with a mind that’s filled with hate
wake up in the mornin’, no-one’s supposed to feel insane
i’m ’bout to flip sh-t
b-tch, i’m feelin’ inhumane
born into this world with a mind that’s filled with hate

there’s a war goin’ in my brain
look into my eyes, you can see all of my pain
momma’ always told me that your boy was insane
i’m ’bout to flip sh-t
b-tch, i’m feelin’ inhumane

[verse 2]
b-tch i’m cold
like the snow that’s in december
if i die young, i swear on me i’ll be remembered
used to contemplate on livin’
havin’ visions of leavin’ me dismembered
now i’m aimin’ for two belts like triple h
hoe, watch me flex

[verse 3]
b-tch, i’m the number one contender
be my compet-tion, swimmin’ with the fishes
k!ll ’em all just like i’m [?}
got no love inside my heart for the cops around my city
everyday somebody’s dyin’
all these bodies, it ain’t pretty
middle finger to the p-ssies
if you with me, turn the local 5-0 to a motherf-ckin’ stain
let their bodies wash away into a motherf-ckin’ drain
said they helpin’ n-ggas, they just wanna’ take our lives away
that’s why i’m inside my cave
that’s not how i’m tryna’ live
take that pistol inside of yo’ suit
then i bust one right through your wig

[verse 4]
put your blood inside my cup
watch me sip
i’m jumpin’ off from the world
blowin’ bloods ’til i’m sick
all my friends are [?] crips
they just want they life back
f-ck that clip and f-ck that gat
we take it by c-ckin’ back and lettin’ go
celebrate the [?] and motherf-ckin’ laugh
we gotta’ get it on a mission to obtain the f-cking racks
screamin’ for this life we’re livin’ ’til both my lungs collapse
matta’ fact, i’m a reject to society
ain’t lookin’ for acceptance
who’s the daydreamer when my existence is [?]
spent way too long feelin’ helpless
tie a noose round the world and make that b-tch pray for forgiveness
for this system, they can die slow
i ain’t f-ckin’ with ’em
f-ck the system, they can die slow
i ain’t f-ckin’ with ’em

- hash gordon

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