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Cellmate
02:44
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I said I want to leave this place gutted
Down to the studs
It's all for us
We fill our hands
It's not enough to pay it down
We gotta tear it to the ground
Tear it down
Cause I'm so fucking hollow
When I swallow my pride
It sinks into a black hole inside
Poverty for all
Justice for one
Not for you and me
We take it and run
Take it and run
No more time for second thoughts
We reap the vengeance that you sought
Stand tall and clench your jaw
Unless you're trying to get dropped
Get your head straight now
Eyes up chin out
Grab the bag and feel the cold
We gotta get the fuck out
Iced heart
Can't beat
But it can always bleed
Cold lungs
Can't breathe
But they can suffocate
Now look me right in the eye
And tell me what do you choose
Is it the left hand path?
Or were you born to lose?
All you had to do was collude
You stick to the path and the payment is due
Bullet in the gut
I pull out the slug
You're on your own now
You ran out of luck.
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2. |
Too Sick to Care
02:29
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Crawling in the darkness of the sewers
The stench is nauseating
The green light beckons me
It shines above
Choke the vomit back into my gut
Free me from these chains with one
Stroke of luck but this
Brick
in the pit of my stomach I'm
Sick
but I know there's no going back
I've got this vacancy inside my fucking chest
I need to fill it
I need to fill it with the greed, deceit,
the cold green voracity that stains my palms
And rots my fuckin brain
Fill the prescription to kill the pain
$50K in the bag
not a cent to my name.
Hear you say
I'm insane
Hear you say
I betrayed my humanity
But I've got to numb the pain
Brick
in the pit of my stomach I'm
Sick
but I know there's no going back
I've got this vacancy inside my fucking chest
I need to fill it with the greed, deceit,
the cold green voracity that stains my palms
And rots my fuckin brain
The greed, deceit, that rots my fucking brain...
Can you feel it?
Don't tell me you can't relate.
Every dollar is a seed of hate.
You just need it, you gotta feed it,
you gotta get that bag today.
Don't tell me you're not like me.
I know you feel that unbridled rage.
So grab a mask and come with me.
Open the grate and set it
Free.
Brick
in the pit of my stomach I'm
Sick
but I know there's no going back
I've got this vacancy inside my fucking chest
I need to fill it with the greed, deceit,
the cold green voracity that stains my palms
And rots my fuckin brain
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3. |
Exodus
02:14
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Stand up and be counted
Just another face in the crowd
Eyes down on the ground
Don't make another sound
1,000 Steps to escape into darkness
Breath be silent
Chest be heartless
Every step echoes
Scanned from head to toe
Searching for a soul
But that's where my greed goes
So I close my eyes and hope
So much closer now to the end
I lost my friend
I used to mourn the dead
I've learned
Every martyr has to bleed, but I don't feel the need
I just have to stand up and be counted
Just another face in the crowd
Eyes down on the ground
Don't make another sound
1,000 Steps to escape into darkness
Breath be silent
Chest be heartless
I've got to escape
With what I came to make
I've got to escape
The bag is mine to take.
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Crime Rate Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Our message is a clarion call to the downtrodden; a battle cry against the tyrants of wealth. We stand against a system that
worships money over mankind and builds monuments to avarice while the soul of humanity withers.
We are Crime Rate.
This is ours now.
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