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quanche - unknown lyrics

[verse 1]
never skeptical to make a spectacle and i’ve accepted that i’m just one of those people
but, still susceptible to deep depression by my own confessions i don’t really like people
nah, i prefer a solitary state
thinking about how many dollars i can make
but honestly it’s family over money cause without them i doubt it and wonder how i would’a made it, this far
i should be where plenty other kids are, in my city its a pity when so many kids in their teens and twenties like pennies get discard
and just slip through the cracks, yelling “free up” ’till they get back
saying “rip” get tats, like “f-ck it i’ll see you when he says i’m next”
so i sit up with my chin up and i get up everyday give praise with a smile on me
but tell me how i’m sposta try and make a change when the gun n’ gangs still got a file on me
i’m not the man i thought i would’a been
cause when i was thinking ’bout it i was caught up as a kid
but now i’ve figured it out, never had to sit it out cause i think of what i gotta do and not of what i did

[hook]
its too late now i got no other choice
when they say i’m not the same don’t expect me to apologize
(its too late now i got no other choice
when they say i’m not the same don’t expect me to apologize)
its too late now i got no other choice
when they say i’m not the same don’t expect me to apologize
(its too late now i got no other choice
when they say i’m not the same don’t expect me to apologize)

[verse 2]
mobbin’ that i’m involved with often profit off of stealin’ and robbin’
if it’s a problem goblins send your mom shoppin’ pickin’ you out a new coffin
uh, coughin’, uh, smokin’ and drinkin’ and laughin’ like it ain’t nothin’
uh, the hate from the people who say that they love you just isn’t as obvious
but it’s the strongest sending you up a creek full of sh-t you wish it was dawson’s
uh, a hardened heart is a process, losses make for an easier onset
yes sir i’m brazy maybe
straight jacket or daisy
rain cloud or a rose, decisions imposed so what have you chose innately lately huh?
talkin’ to god but i feel odd when i don’t get no reply
whenever the struggle gets old my mother says look in the book of jobe
i’m reading

[hook]

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