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I think I'm getting sick, been in this room, like I was hiding from something
I'm posing a question, how many been empty and holding aggression?
Close to depression, open your eyes and just focus a second
Fuck a recession my brother -- my mind is my weapon; I'm letting it go
Loading and pointing at negative energy, telling me stop
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