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letra de wilondja iii - pseudodemonio

intro muhammad ali:
my conscious won’t let me go shoot my brother-
or some darker people
or some poor hungry people in the mud for big powerful america
and shoot them for what?
they never called me n-gga
they never lynched me
never put no dogs on me
never robbed of my nationality
raped and k!lled my mother and father
what i’m gon’ do?
shoot them for what i gotta go shoot them
them little poor little black people
mud babies, children, and women
how can i go shoot them people poor huh
just take me to jail

[nose}
verse 1:
i’m k!lling myself because i’ll be the enemy
anything that portrays me isn’t interesting
outlier i cannot go in vicinity
moments before i will lash out on everything

attack on titan i will slay the demon king
i and i against ourselves we been battling
when you’re in love you get broke that sh-t rattling
inside your mind through the dark you’ll be back again
jail in the mind of the lost
pity me, but at what cost?
look at the pain that you caused
murder for vengeance
up one that’s assistance
pestilence forms up in the walls
how did you feel?
how is it felt?
playin’ ps like you play mental health
wishing that you left me back on the shelf
now i wonder what it feels like in h-ll

verse 2:
half past my life in my mind
at twelve black set in my eyes
slits on our wrist inside pretty design
with you all day then we’re up through
the night
(ay,)

who has the best of me?
it’s my anxiety
it’s just been stressin’ me it’s a propriety
can’t get along with myself or society
i am the menace, but you had to lie to me?
coulda been the time of our lives
with you all day then we up through the night
brown colored pupils with heart shaped on ice
how does it feel when you’re with other guys?

passive for love it’s been taking it’s toll
i’ve known myself happy not to grow old
draw my last breath and i won’t draw it slow
makes me wanna:
slit wrist
make heart still
my corpse cold

outro:
like when you’re crazy and you know you’re crazy
like you know- you- trynna make sense of that it’s just honestly-(sputtering) it’s just not gonna work. like you don’t have the necessary- ’cause you’re crazy right? so you don’t know how to formulate things in your mind, it just work like that

- pseudodemonio

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