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"Pain Of Mine"


Still I sit surrounded by fear afraid to see

Inside me lives the truth about my roots I must tap into the real me to show proof 

Show the world I endure the worst pain rose from the stress and the strain 

My mind should be weak yet I'm the opposite of frail

I'm must tell you a tall tail a rather short story

Where life spans are shorter with no expectations to prevail

Well, we were unwelcome to this world unknown to the unborn

Not likely to succeed more than likely we'll bleed on the concrete

As the world turns its another dollar spent 

Why do we kiss the currency not knowing where the dollars been

Old money, blood money, where have the profits gone 

Old soul new timer when will I be reborn

When will I restore what was destroyed 

I mean evolve young man into the heart of a grown man

To understand why you cant sit where you need to stand 

"Yes", we can build I'm from and reside in the Ice land where the adolescents wont chill

Getting will not sooth this pain of mine you should feel

 

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