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Poverty – Life Sucks

[Verse 1]

I’m sick of saving the day, fuck behaving this way
I’m praying for rabies to take me from this dangerous place
Life is a curse ? at birth, I’m tired and hurt
And everyday it seems my thoughts of suicide just get worse
Cause every man is the same snakes
That damage your name, fakes that manage to reign champion
In a scandalous game
How can I handle this pain? Wait
I’ll stand in the rain holding a cannon with flame and panhandling change
Cause I’m sick of these evildoers and people that use people
Who equally use people, I’m speaking to you
That seem to abuse people confuse us with huge lethal
Amounts of money when it’s eating accounts
Reaching for pounds, display love, fuck it I hate love
I don’t believe in it, love is only a fake drug
I’m sick of these fake hugs, tired of fake friends
Hate to see tomorrow but I’m hoping today ends

[Chorus]

What? It doesn’t take no sense to know that life sucks
Everything surrounding us is corrupt
Ain’t no sense in trying to change it, we’re fucked

I’m just another wasted youth
And you’ll find that you’re really wasting all of your time
If you want to try to change my mind

[Verse 2]

I’m just a typical human lyrically spewing how I feel
Fuck a record deal, I’m just revealing just how I feel
When the last hour comes all these cowards will run
While I stand there and make my death a powerful one
Here I come, fear my name, dare I ?
That have the strength to run from the webs I’ve spun
I’m living life on this terrible spherical giant
I need some psychiatric help or some miracle science
Maybe a psychic to hit me with some spiritual guidance
Before I lyrically explode into a miserable tyrant
Cause my anger is worse and I’m plagued by this curse
And I’m killing everybody and the strangers are first
Then my enemy’s next and my friends will be last
Then me if this overwhelming temper don’t pass
I was a nerd before, now I made a record
So I guess I’m not a herb no more
You motherfuckers make me sick with your judging
From sisters to cousins
You think I’m gonna fall for this fake shit? You’re bugging

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]

Now that my mother is gone I’m just trudging along
Forced to survive in the streets hoping I die in my sleep
Dying to meet God just to cry at his feet
Asking him why did he keep me on this earth so long
Hear the lies in the speech of these guys in the streets
And the cold when my only real desire is heat
They said I turned soft, no I just got tired of beef
Couldn’t even find a moment for a sigh of relief
And when I’m lying beneath I’ll admire the sleep
Six feet deep underneath the ground while you weep
Through the aisles I’ll creep, stand beside me and speak
And supply me with more of those phony lies you repeat
It’s not that I lost it’s just that I’m too tired to compete
Fuck the game, I’m here to ? and retreat
And to all the fake cats who claim to forever been down
You don’t have to wait to grieve, I’m dead to you now

[Chorus x 2]

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