![]() He looks up at the sky and he sees blood shed by those who were taken by cancer, wealth, and those who took their own lives. He feels for the dead souls and he sees and feels their pleads all around. We'd rather die than live to rust on the ground. I was just a product of the street youth rageīorn in this world without a voice or sayĬaught in the spokes with an abandoned brain I'm tired of begging for the things that I wantĪ single night without a ghost in the walls.Īnd if the bass shakes the earth underground. You told me, "think about it", well I did ![]() ![]() So sick of playing, I don't want to anymore You make me sick, I make it worse by drinking late. Intoxication, paranoia, and a lot of fame I'm over sleeping like a dog on the floor. I'm tired of begging for the things that I want, Well I did, now I don't wanna feel a thing anymore So sick of playing, I don't want this anymore. Please, won't you push me for the last time, Red for the drink that's mixed with suicide. I take a look up in the sky and I see red Keep it up keep it up lets raise our hands I bet you never had a Friday night like this Dare me to jump off of this Jersey bridge
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