Ghetto
The pain of the Ghetto
is like hot salt on my heart
Permeating into a heartburn
Its heavy on my heart
it weighs on my heart
Like a bucket of heavy bricks
I feel like im carrying a chain,
heavy pendant
Its weighing me down and i can't
be happy
Feel like im carrying a cross
And its full of thorns
Im facing crucifixion
And i don't know if i will rise
in three days
Where is my tombstone
Mr Flinstone
I am gonna get stoned
Like Stephen
Then we are even
Dark days
Dark thoughts
Empty bottle its a nuisance
Sweet liquor , swimming pool
Cloud nine
High heaven
What up who cut the music
Am i in a graveyard
Or am i a graveyard
Sweet silence disturbance
Throw me in the furnace
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