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letra de special release - shureshot hypothesis

[intro]
where will i run to when there is nowhere left to run?
where will i hide out, when every tunnel feels like the barrel of a gun?
now that it’s come to this
nothingness argument
something could come from this
but i am not a part of it…anymore

[verse 1]
time’s up and my days disintegrate
into eight bit pixels
take this pistol
wait your turn at the gate
when it’s fiscal
make your break for it and escape ‘fore they get ya
fate can be a b-tch to swerve past
the nerve gas’ll hit ya
next thing ya know you’re served
drastic changes, in ranges unimaginable
the pain of this vain lifestyle’s un-handle-able
land syllables with marksman precision
cancel out what’s real
and k!ll to envision a rhyme
but i don’t apply enough grind
or enough grime
so still it’s not a sk!ll, just a p-ss time
last lime light of the night run dim
cash in my esteem
my dreams are hunted
confronted by fronts of blunts, plus the weather
twists my mood with every subtle shift in barometric pressure
left to a bottle of kessler
and yes the anguish cease for a bit
but get the best of me in the long run
and when it’s all wrong
the only escape i can find is in the song sung
and when it’s all said and done
it’s just a shrug
a fraction of a moment from which i can pull the plug
careen past the sting of actuality’s slug, i mean;
i’m nothing more than a fiend, addicted to his drug

- shureshot hypothesis

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