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The Second Death Of
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Cribcaged
The only cribs that we should care for Are the ones that we are here for Ones belonging to my children That do what we do, scar from our wounds
The only cribs that make a difference Where the magic really happens Don't come with a mercy dispense Holy white screen Showing nothing Showing nothing
I'm sick of home control devices Sick of sickening home designers Sick the drugs that goes to street poles Sick of homies, sick of posters
Despite the nodding staff that serves you Despite the name on the clothes and perfume Despite the way that press observes you
You're just people You're just people You're just people You're just people Successful people Dressed-up people Smiling people Fameless people Velvet people Wealthy people Important people But still just people
So fuck the million dollar kitchen Fuck the Al-Pacino posters Fuck the drugs that goes to street pole Fuck the homies, fuck the posters Fuck the walls they build around them Fuck the bedroom magic nonsense I don't want to hear their voices Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com As long as they've fought with their wallets
Fuck the silly ????? Fuck the francy ????? Fuck their lack of a rich melody Personality, Fuck this travesty Fuck this new york, fucked up fomine Fuck their quizdom, fuck their shortening Fuck the way they fuck equality Fuck their freeing in Fuck the once dead way You're just people
You're just people Successful people Dressed-up people Smiling people Fameless people Recorded people Wealthy people Important people But still just people Messed up people Shallow people Stupid people Plastic people Maniac people Federal people Failed people Natural people
Fuck the once repaired I'm cribcaged, cribcaged
The only cribs that should care for Are the ones that we are here for Ones belonging to my children That do what we do, scar from our wounds...
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