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Killer - Stress Factors

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Why give a reason to try? I believe and I die,
Felonies from birth for a man with heathenish eyes,
Theyre conceiving the lies, Im breathing a cry,
I stepped to Allah, give the most simple of my...
Demonic sitings, I told of how the truth is blinding...
There was a yellow brick road but now Im not finding...
My path, me and reality clashed, gateways opened...
Provoking me to embrace my past for hoping...
To gain focus and put in motion these lyrical notions,
But being that Ive knowingly noticed a horrid promotion...
Of homos, lesbos, freaks and War, Im realizing Im torn,
In a middle of a Crazed mans methods of national reform...
Armed with bombs, pistols, bottons and satellites,
On a mission to kill a people of religious hermaphrodites,
All out of spite, and along those lines Im nominated...
To fight for peace and freedom of rights, serenaded...
In grit and trife I now spit on life, I will take the Honor...
To defend with knifes, grenades and plates of armor,
On the road of perdition to kill Osama, fucking Parana,
Thats the true Devil in the flesh, and he who I detest,
Has set these standards for a ill prepared patriotic test,
But Im 17 and the 18 is now under press, Its even worse,
When your black and under this stress of avoiding this curse,
of being delivered to momz in a Hearst, times was wasted drinking corona...
Now your in a coma, next stop is the Corona, leave your persona,
Guess who owns ya.

Man Im under a lot of stress.

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