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letra de not safe - kane train

[verse 1]
listen, you dumbass kid! you try run upstairs
when i come to give you an ass kicking?
then i’ll plummet in and make sure that you’re tunnelled in
you think that this is unintentional?
nah, i’m conniving! it’s embarrassing
how you try with the pad and pen
to f-cking vent. you had it easy
compared to me. you’re imagining things
you f-cking think i won’t up and swing?
sock you in the chin?
beat you until your stomach sinks?
i got your mother saying “i’m in love with him”
you really think i won’t lock this in!?
i’ll f-ck your brain up for life!
i’ll be your oppressor!
there’ll be no cover!
you’re a little f-cker and i’ll treat you like it!
you don’t eat your supper?
then you can have it with milk on tomorrow and suffer!
you f-cking b-tch! always wondеred
when i was a kid. elevеn i think…
why i went to my toy cupboard
snapped the barrel off my toy tank
and used that sh-t to cut my wrist!
it’s f-cking sick!
wait, hang on… what my mother did?
f-cking nothing!
(you’re nothing! you’re nothing!
you’re nothing! you’re nothing!
you’re nothing! you’re nothing!
you’re nothing! you’re nothing!)
how the f-ck you gonna let your only son get abused
later leading him when he’s grown up to run for a noose
from the stuff that he’s viewed?
no one can tell that i’m confused
got this sh-t skewed
cuz i’ve been picking apart my youth!
n0body’s innocent
listen, i take it to the beginning again
and get you shivering
from the sh-t that i been against since
that led me to pick cigarette bits from the bin when tempted
just to release some the inner tension
self-image of a pest. voices in his head
the demons keeping him in check
making him do things that he can’t confess
and now he’s lives with regret
sh-t, that’s even better
perfect design to concoct the next devil
destined for a future living in debt
push him to the edge. fill him with meds
and, tell him that it’s all in his head
maybe he’ll k!ll his own dad!
this is g*nius! he’s timid not a threat
anxiety’s getting a hold. that’s brilliant
and if i.. a… dida abida bida buda
adidadidadiadidudidadida!
[hook]
it’s (it’s) not safe outside!
body’s feeling like i’m on a hang glider
without a parachute! d-mn, i might die
wait, i realise that i can fly
f-ck, f-ck, f-ck these guys!
never seen what the beast can achieve, right?
never been on a leash forced to put up a peace sign
white flag on the b-side
but, bun that! time for the rewind
school teachers with my neat rhymes
designed to breathe fire. walk through the degrees
i’m heatproof. adapted. weak minds be fried
sleak shine from the pain, i’m immune to. be wise
other words, i’ll be fine
entire life like a mean library of memories suppressed
they wonder why i’m defiant

[verse 2]
i should address why i’m so festered with
post-traumatic stress and why millennials are
all f-cked in the head. from their forefathers
they just wanted to connect but instead
but instead rejected, then told their blessed
up at night chugging pints cuz they can’t rest
don’t be stupid! you ain’t even got a reason
realistically to be even feeling this
i’ll ensure you’re feeling cornered
moving forward, dictate a life of trauma
self-esteem turned to a pile of sawdust
fight with self. question why when i’m the culprit
i’ll make you scared you ain’t prepared…
for the fear that i’ll make you feel
they’ll blame chemical imbalance. “take a pill”
but that ain’t for real. the pain remains still!
see it’s a cycle that just repeats. one psycho leads
to another. but, i will beat this
not passing this to my kids. please jesus
releases us from this strong grievance
talking to the voice in my head
tryna get me to commit suicide once again
but i don’t it to end! “yes you do!”
no i don’t! not again! not again! not again!
you are not my friend! i got other options
i don’t wanna get topped with toxins
lost, locked in this body boxed in
boxing myself. the squabbling goes on constant
“release your anger
on your way out commit a massacre!
never again will they laugh at us
you could be the next hitler. sh-t i
i heard he too was a m-s-ch-st!”
damaged kids don’t get bandages
they turn savage, handicapped, and battle-ravaged
stockholm syndrome
they’re captives to the cr-ppy family
they crash landed in
if god’s a mistress
then she’s a sick, s-d-stic, twisted b-tch
wait! what is this life that i’m living in?
sh-t! wish i when i slit my wrist
i let the blood drain! drip drip
[hook]
it’s (it’s) not safe outside!
body’s feeling like i’m on a hang glider
without a parachute! d-mn, i might die
wait, i realise that i can fly
f-ck, f-ck, f-ck these guys!
never seen what the beast can achieve, right?
never been on a leash forced to put up a peace sign
white flag on the b-side
but, bun that! time for the rewind
school teachers with my neat rhymes
designed to breathe fire. walk through the degrees
i’m heatproof. adapted. weak minds be fried
sleak shine from the pain, i’m immune to. be wise
other words, i’ll be fine
entire life like a mean library of memories suppressed
they wonder why i’m defiant

- kane train

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