In my anger I'm one letter short of seeing danger/
playing ding dong ditch on heaven's door,
I never met Him but God ain't never been a stranger/
Different strokes for different folks,
desperation and misery can make for strange bedfellows/
life and death's a bitch and they both hello/
so Lord willing I learn to stay mellow/
I'm so passionate about things that it eventually turns to rage/
its never been a good excuse,
need to stop acting my shoe size and start acting my age/
so i can stay outta cufs and get my ass up on the stage/
with sweat dripping, mic gripping/
I'm never scared and never slipping/
when my essensce is present,
its more like a present/
whip out, my lyrical weapons/
use my past to teach you a lesson/
all day everyday I can make the crowd sway/
I can get up in ya ears with the microphone or headphones/
never been deaf tone/
we are not alike i'm stone cold,
the rest of my age group sweet like cold stone/
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