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Verse 1:my hands gone cold, and my vision fades gray/ im too depressed popped too many pills and I see too many fakes/ I could make an algarothym depictin' ya position/ on any proposition givin ya religion/ an' ya demographic image/ see I'm on my knees with hot tears in my eyes too many fires flamed inside; I've burned myself cold/ I've lost too many battles 'n I've left so much untold/ cause I just bite my n take another pill yo/ anti-depressants, and I hope the world gets better/ see I dont fit in society/ criticise piety, that blind or extreme/ i tell the truth blunt/ and I'm all about the C.R.E.A.M/ but these sumatriptans dont help my headaches/ and these daily propanolols probly just fake/ from a marketable industry, the basic epitomy/ of money first, treat ya ills later/ if you die in the waitin' room they'll bill ya family paper/
Verse 2: I'd rather be a dancer, frozen in time/ memorial perfection/ throw me on the stage an shine me with the light/ hit me with the mic/ and I'll rap my heart away, yo I'll give it to you all/ the hip hop eucharist/ I'll break my soul up, and feed it to the gulls/ that's what humanities become/ when we bring each other down, and we end lives with the gun/ so I'd rather be a dancer, give my art my heart/ seclude from society and let ya body be ya art/ whether its ya vocals chords or it could be ya arch/ emerse ya soul in what you do and you could be an artist too/ they'll snap pictures of performances; when muscles carressed choruses/ you entranced the audience so sorceress/ and showed us magic that we love, only young once so make it notorious~as morphues// or could be neo if you practice perfectness/ you could be a dancer if you show ya worthy~ness/
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