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Light Weight
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IP:
Yeah I'm pissed off...
"Vent"
Fill my lungs with smoke
Give praise to the chloroform hope
That broke my spirit to someday kill
Climbing hills, an upward battle always real
Vent, empty out the smoke and death
Praise the ways my face meets cement
‘Cause I’m contempt to leave, breathe
Open my mouth to these silent screams
Freeze the frame and listen to the picture
Fix your wrist’s blisters and praise the fucking scriptures
I’m not pissed, nor furious
I’m just taking years of delirious seriousness ‘cause I’m fucking curious
Why didn’t I snap? Why didn’t I bend?
Fuck it, I’ll fuck it up, open the cut, mend my life and just vent
Give me a pen; I’ll stab the paper with the point,
Roll it,
Fill it with green and vent out this fucking joint.
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Was he robbed of the ashphalt that cushioned his face?
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