Ventilation, thoughts on a page/ what's the indication? I'm lost in a rage/ Caught in the hate, grippin mics til my grave comes/ Emotions get ignored, build up then they face us/ Bills get ignored, law suits, then they take funds/ Pain gets ignored most the time cuz we play dumb/ When the time comes, head down, guilt buries me/ So when I hear a beat I talk back like a parakeet/ Mind worn down like I got a cheap pair of sneaks/ To me this is real, to you it's a parody/ To me it's a job, to you it's a charity/ Face in the sand then a moment of clarity/
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