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Resuscitation


Clear! Clear! Clear! Beep beep beep beep Resuscitation of living live I never died but I never really felt alive Either Tell me why they wanna beat the Man who's tryna stand on his own two feet for Nothin But a couple dollars here and there A snapback some nice shoes ion really think its fair But Ion really think they care I don't think they thinkin they acting upon the brink of fear Pause And reflect upon that issue Like you standing in the mirror and its steady asking is you Ready For the war that is within I mean how you gone fight out there when you cant control what's in In in inhale Deeply Feeling like you in Hell I take that fire and some sand put it in my wishin well This is just like kiss and tell Or maybe more like show and tell Because those elements combine to make a window to myself Get it? Fire and sand makes glass I took that glass and created a window to my past Before it all happened so fast When I took things nice and slow Like your very first time or that old usher song "I just wanna take it nice and..slow" Slow, slow..slowly skating thru my life Figure 8 Hoping that I don't fall thru that ice and slip away You see I live lose like an untied shoe so I'm trippin Stacking up my chips and my cheese double dippin My lifes an icy road so I'm still kinda slippin Tryna stay awake at lifes wheel but I'm driftin I guess I need a lil rest kuz I'm tired Tired of running after the the things that I aspired So I Take the double barrel Pointed at my thoughts Feeling so helpless And all hope was lost But the only thing I lost was my mind Or maybe through the years all I really lost was time Now its splattered on that wall Maybe for that last time As my finger pulled back slowly , slowly ,slowly POW! Clear Clear Clear Beep beep beep Resuscitation of living live I realized that real lives are real lies A barrel to my head kuz I thought that I had lost it all What if I wasn't lost at all Maybe I was just misguided But there's hope for this kid Who's mentally suicidal See that barrel at my thoughts has now opened up my mind That bullet past my brain has now opened up my eyes Now my humpty dumpty life has been pulled..pulled..pulled back together again now I have been reborn in the midst of my own mistakes I am new..I am self
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