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Your a fucking Hustler

Wearing Crowns of Creation

I was born a Troubler

Spitting venom, I've been a Hunter

I was on probation, You were on Parole

When you're wrong, you're Wrong...you Know

To Err is Human, To forgive Divine

What's yours ins yours, What's Mine is Mine

Life is hard

No one makes it out Alive!

Seek higher Ground

No matter how bad it Gets

There's someone worse off than You

Seek Higher Ground

Men are evil, all men are vain

Pride dies first...Within the Grave

Worries are wasted, All cares put to Ease...

As the claw scratches us like Pleas

Blood of the Dog, A man is not a man

Without Blood on his Hands

These scars I've earned on my own

Distant Memories...Away from Home

The world goes by

You've gotta make it alone Now

Put that shit on the shelf and become a Man!

Work hard, Count only on Yourself

Seek Higher Ground

The world never fought for Me

In Fact it's been heartless 'til the End

With everyone helping me go down

And all the misery That's around

My blind Vision

You''all be dead by Morning

My blind Vision

Now all the blood is Pouring

Disavow everthing that they Say

Disavow everything that they're About

Disavow...Seek Higher Ground !!!