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I get confused by the things that appear inside my mind

Like why do the thoughts in my head always seem to really wanna die?

Yeah I'm a little bit lost, I wonder where my path lies?

Like why do the things that I want always seem little outta sight

Hi I'm on the rise come and see it with your eyes

Feel alive got no time for these lies

I just grind everyday and every night on the mic that's my life woo

My room is a book and my life is a pen

I go to sleep wake up and start writing again

Everyday without fail my life depends

You see I'm only here to enact revenge

I walk along a path and I don't know where it leads