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letra de weight - syntax junkies

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yo its another day and im just another waste of sp-ce another race away to late to make the gate another player who hates the game you pay for fame while im breaking in my trainers just to make the train i be saving change but i ain’t seeing any cause two cents from a snake dosent mean a penny you looking fake and you seeming petty and i can see it in your face you’re gonna break if you dont see confetti you writing bars about the weight of your vest while i be scribing sums just to keep that weight off my chest but weight im depressed train it all the way with a pen on the rails station to station where my brain is at rest maybe im vexed maybe im deranged and a pest maybe im waiting on an angel who can take me to death but everyday im blessing pages to refrain from the stress and get away from medication that they claim is the best dont need a razors edge to let loose the pain from this recklooses brain because my pen shoots the flames and i rep truth on stage im the next dude to break from a dead useless game so i get through the day and i send you away and with the the earth sitting on my neck i be looking at civilians with a shiver of recent i see militants eliminating children for a check and conditions of the system got me wishing we were dead

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when the sun rises up in the east i pray that one day ill be living out the dreams i pray when the sun sets down in the west i pray the weight of the word dosent break my neck today so just weight just weight cause one day my knees will buckle and my breath will fade so just weight just weight while im carrying the earth upon my neck today

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another day another coffin another name forgotten theres another hundred ways for you to run away from problems i love the shape this horrid sumerscape has gotten its like the sun escaped and now we numb the pain with toxins these drugs we’re taking are rotten suffocating on vomit a hundred days in a sodem and nothings changing or stopping uppercutting your face till my knuckles stuck in there place you can crumble under the weight or you can mumble somthing in vain and while sitting at your brothers place blazing shard im chilling at this trailer park trying to name a bar cause life is easy but we make it hard so you better train your heart while people should take acid and play guitar i live in prisons of vivid syllables spinning in wicked visual sisses and simple spitting in rythem your giving in to the system and pinching kids for commission the decision isnt as hidden as your princ-p-l thinks it is we didn’t come this far to get pushed back down we got the city in our corner dont look back now alot of good cats turned hoodrats and look cracked out but thats the way the earth turns when you put tracks down cause these days i feel my backing aching and curl trying to save the girl carrying the weight of the world like superman if spitting rymes was his kryptonite making dope tunes in a phone booth thats equipped with mics

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