Condescending tone to it
I slip past the door ajar and go through shit
My ridicule and hatred combines to be my statement
I present my whole afflicted me, to not a soul on this planet, no human being
I wear the ring, I feel the pain
I move on, so I self proclaim
Heavy though, it lies and sits
Counter it, I won't restrict
Tremendous weights in tons, multiple rounds from multiple guns
Lost up in the ghetto of my life
Bad things swim around in my soul
I am not me
Help me break this mold
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