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I think were lost
Far lost within
seems there is no way to get back
You want to know what hell really is?
Its not underground with fire that unleashes
Or dimmed ashes
It is the egos reasons
Our souls prisons
Minds views
The pain we hold on with no uses
Colorful grudges
The time we made the wrong turns
The guilt trips
Sexual assumptions
Corruption's
Power lusts
Broken homes
Lethal bombs
Children with crooked wings
Environmental poisons
Women over mined
Black men capitalized
Suit and neck still tied
White sheets and rags justified
Blue uniforms blood on their hands
Bb guns and skittles
The cats after rats
Naming them what they're not
No longer is what could possibly go right
When everything is out of sight
When were driving with might
Fame money and the likes
Regardless the swaps
How bout those nights?
The once we think who we've lost
Thinking what we said to them last
When agony takeover fast
Depression with day mask
True self bundled up in a stack
Either you are like this or you suck
Then day comes when alone we should walkk
Ignore the talk
The mumbles on their track
Leave what we thought we knew Turn our back
It wouldn't matter how much in the bank
If there's so much more we lack
