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I have been shut by my critics
Talked about by my scenics
Feel like my life is on this ?
Like those you see on exhibits
Puts my life on the line
And ? on these lines
? hear my bottle cry
I wanna see them?
I wanna see them ?
Kill the Patrick be next to them
Savage put them into an ?
Bring the city to the masses
? like my past ? I kind of work he ?
Let them pout a nigger in the trash
Never mind a ? you could ? my name still the same
Keep going keep going on
This is my battle cry
Keep going keep going on
This is my battle cry
Waiting patient in the dark like ?
Circus ? my wings have been clipped
But now I am ready to fly in the heavens with angel
? devil died
Never come back all I ever gain is crack
Say opposite to that ? I know how to double up
? emerge from that used to ? worship onions not
? rather see him serve ? like I deserve them curses
Like I don't speak cursive
Like I don't have a purpose
Keep going keep going on
This is my battle cry
Keep going keep going on
This is my battle cry
Keep going keep going on
This is my battle cry
Keep going keep going on
This is my battle cry
