And flowers still grow over mass graves
Don't you suicidal boarders know that I see your past pain?
Hoarding all your treasures that I can't take
My illness is something that I can't fake
Twist yourself up until your back breaks
I lost the last race; choked under pressure
Hit a nerve; am I broaching a stressor?
New personality that I keep on my dresser
Switching tabs for inspiration
Selecting beats for motivation
With a couple billion dollars control the nation
In the end I hope you make it
If it's controversial you know I'll say it
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