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r.u.i.n. - the 3 rs lyrics

(verse 1)
eh jax/ where you gone to, ajax? /
to escape from toronto, the awful caldron of your problems? /
to quote joe budden bars/ we may have come apart/
but the rule is still john q, son can have my heart/
listen bro, i know exactly what suicidal means now/
cause i’ve been through the drama, and seen down that street now/
boulevards of broken dreams, avenues of ‘ain’t mad at you’/
which of us deserves the blame, don’t know exactly who/
man, is that even important? / how to extort it? /
but i’m ain’t saying our friendship can ever be restored kid/
but no lie, i was riding the subway, and saw a status/
thought you committed suicide, and i was mad as/
f-ck! cause i blamed myself, had a manic panic attack/
now on pills for anxiety, don’t know how to relax/
but if nature calls violently, when you gotta take a p-ss/
maybe god calls, when your friend decides to give a sh-t/
are you alive?

(interlude)
repercussion, regret, repentance

(verse 2)
yo here’s how bullies are made/ when they were kids they/
were picked on/ then became big dogs/ then were sicked on/
other little kids, yeah yeah we know this sh-t’s wrong/
it’s why i wrote the words to the beat of this song/
yo picture me as a little fat white child/ with a basketball swag style/
bullied by the 8th graders, no more smile/
so i found this little skinny white kid, named max/
that i could bully back/ to -ssert my dominance like a fact/
we were in middle school, obsessed with and messed with the girls/
but max was obsessed with squirrels, no lying, yup! with the squirrels/
no no no, not s-xually man/
but i guess we always fear that which we don’t understand/
but max, did make all these really cool clay figurines/
of superheroes like superman, the hulk and wolverine/
i really wanted one of these things/ so i just asked him
‘could i please have one?’ / and he said, ‘yeah yeah no prob man, done’ /
but the months went by, and it wasn’t out of the oven/
i started to intimidate with mean stares and punching/
when we were small, gotta show ourselves bigger than we was/
its what drives all the governments and gangs to draw deep blood/
ripples in the pound, are an ominous omen/
of the tsunamis coming cause of things we did or were spoken/
it haunts me and i wish i could take some things back/
the last time i heard of max/ he was smoking crack/

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