Damaged Goods - ¡MAYDAY!

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If it wasn’t for my son

The moon would have never fell

And I ain’t even done

I just hide it well

Everyday I run

But I don’t know where

Empty out my lungs

Fill 'em up with smoke filled air

Playing Russian roulette with ten different men

Locked in my head trying to run for the fence

Killing time 'til I get to a place where it kills the things that keep me

paying rent

I’m a slave to the things I do when they turn their back man I need to repent

Lately I’ve been meditating and praying to God every other day but it ain’t

make a dent

Devil in disguise

Angel in they eyes

I’m just trying to get a ride to the next spot

I ain’t even say shit no more

I keep to myself 'cause I only scream at the small thoughts

Give a little but take more

So much that I’m sore from the handouts every time my arms drop

You’ve been trying to find peace

I’m out in these streets

Trying to make up for negative karma

How does it feel to sleep every night

With your dreams out of sight

For a piece of the pie?

How does it feel to see me and think

Yo that could have been me but I ran for my life?

I’ve been trying to stay up through the downs

I’ve been up in the clouds

So long I can’t land

And these rhymes in my pad are more than just songs that I write for the

fair-weather fans

Damaged

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Yeah

I’ve been down this road before

But every time that I drive it I can’t seem to find it

It’s like I love this pain in my vain if I don’t then I might need a little

more reminding

I’m blinded

By the business I’m in

By the tint of my skin

By my signage

By the fact there’s a million motherfuckers out doing double with only a half

of my vibrance

Quite silent

Quite cold, quite calm, quite bomb, quite gone, quite riding

For somebody with a raincloud on 'em

You don’t lay rounds on 'em;

that’s a real bright lining

And you’re shining

And your cadence is cut

But you’re jaded as fuck like

It’s been tainted enough

To made into crust

And be fed 'til it humbles your pie and

Young brother

With a dumb-luck oner

I’mma run up on you

You don’t need to be seen now

Bloodsucker

With a one-up on us

Get a gun bust sucker

Then be gone in the steam now

You got means now

But they under a world full of greed now

Everybody want to be the one to have freedom run but they can’t speak proud for

the peace now

Damaged

Damaged goods

Damaged

Damaged goods

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