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Off the line, In search, the rich plan

Bastards done it again

Its over, you lost me, I quit, not coming back again

Realize this is real, I gave you that one last chance

Take my money, take my trust without a second glance

Blood may be thicker than water, but not your gold

Hollowed eyes, the tale of greed and the family was my own

Pure recovery I am whole

Barrier shed off my skin

I’m who I wanted to be; I’ve become the one

Placed into the race, and pushed to the front

Exploding, Pure recovery, I am whole

Civilization in an anthill I knew as a hometown

Who leaves and who stays to build confidence off my own accomplishments

My mind as razor sharp as the yellow on your back

Your old lady cut off your balls and owns your sack

Blood may be thicker than water, but not your gold

Hollowed eyes, the tale of greed and the family was my own