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letra de square one - trademark blud

i can’t ever take it back, one reason that i made this track
my regrets in a paper bag, never revealed or displayed in raps
sometimes i just hate i’m bad, more lies to escape the facts
the odds and the weight were stacked, not long till it breaks my back
and so i just take a drag and let it burn like an eight of smack
eyes fl!cker from the brain attack, cells fire to retain the past
but being chased by your past, is like a nightmare
it’s like a nightmare
cut veins and pain but why would i care
love stained with games that never fight fair
you’re going to die here, how it isn’t quite clear
but if you like fear, you can be the site seer
i’ve seen site of all types, your poor eyes gleam
real life is raw like, the poor fight
over scr-ps, blood and guts over the slabs
that paves the way to our demise
if its so wrong it can’t be right
the harm supplied, the hate arranged
its preconceived its in your brain
believe me i tried to take it out
battered and bruised, i did it to myself
so when they say i’m a monster
they mean fire b-lls at your concert
they need tire walls that are stronger
even the giants fall when i conjure
swinging goliath swords in the honor
of my dearly departed
clearly i’m nearly severely r-t-rded
you hear me it eerie i’m merely and artist
that’s dreary from yearly attacks where my heart is
my hearts been bleeding
see it in my eyes if you stare while i’m speaking
pupil reflecting the flare like a beacon
you think that’s air that your breathing
huh for what reason, you’ve been lost with the demons
frost bitten far from the forest of eden
millions of years we still don’t know the reason

so were back to square one
crabs in my barrel i just had to share one
though its still encrypted
i can’t get it out because in there is sickness
so sorry i’m bare conflicted
wish i could go back over there and fix it
its in the air its mystic
so fair play, play fair you’ve lived it

stockholm syndrome, for planet earth love and hate but its home
lost youths in kids homes
trying to go straight down the fork of a wishbone
throw dice with death, and fight for breath
would you like to rest? or digress
no air like a knife to chest
i move rare like a knight in chess late nights and stress
is how we live life to let
who cleans when your life’s a mess
who dreams of this fight in bed
sweating buckets while you hide your head
because your alive but in side your dead
well from now on
you can picture me there
and only those that do know this will care
the rest will just stare
unaware as the army’s prepare
i see the mandem like yeah
war drums hear the calls and the prayers
you aren’t going anywhere
lets get one thing clear
we will no be defeated
not be forgotten when rotten or bleeding
so many years we were shocked from the beatings
now we fight back and we stopped with the pleading
and the kings scurry from thrones
to inform the troops that the duppies come home
you should feel lucky i’m grown
because things still buggy on road
this kind of money can’t hold
and i tell them in a tone
this kind of money can’t hold
welcome to the zone

- trademark blud

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