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When the mind of a sinner is splintered into fractions,
The resulting induvidual has no positive interactions,
No passion except to get lost in exotic grasses,
And hit lines through rolled up Benjamins and Jacksons,
Every situation is flipped for the enemies of creation,
Self destructive plagues sweeping through every nation,
Made of junkies dazed killin for recreation,
Wreckin a long list of lives facedown into the pavement,
I should know the prognosis I'm down to overindulge,
And if you ain't in my shoes you can't show me no love,
You can't relate to how I sate the hunger that drives me,
You can't state that I'm alright without being inside me,
Seeing my mind's needs and just where my mind bleeds,
Reaching in to stem the flow and stop where the lies lead,
Helping me as a person to gather my feet and flea,
From a desolate situation where I was stuck on my knees,
But who am I to kid, you're just another benign fiend,
I'm malignant cause I play host to a very deadly disease,
Feenin for what I want more than anything I ever need,
Broken and bound by circumstance and overembellished greed,
I'd give you the world to see it balanced on your shoulders,
As you were buffeted with winds tryin not to fall over,
That's how it is being younger and tryin to live older,
You never rise from the ashes you just burn out and smoulder.