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king 810 - tied to the whipping post كلمات الأغنية

“i feel like i’m dying”

i sit alone in this four cornered room
houses are graves for the living let this dope spot be my tomb
you can have my soul i don’t need it where i’m going
you can’t look me in my face when my scars are showing
i can’t sweat through these scars
i can’t feel the wind blow
you never get used to not feeling you just know you’re not like them so
i feel like every friend i would die for has died for me
and i’m left here alone lost walking in the streets
and i’ve seen women deteriorate and men do the same
before i knew it i had changed and i ain’t goin back there again
things are moving so fast
for what its worth i apologize i’ve spilled blood on god’s earth
father please forgive me i was born in a city where if you wanna be somebody you gotta k!ll somebody, and claim the body
father please forgive me i was born in a city where if you wanna be somebody you gotta k!ll somebody, and claim the body

“i feel like i’m dying”

[verse: freddie gibbs]

half the time i’m high
half an ounce every half a day
smoke half of my mind
ambition and time away
wonder if i’m gonna find my place with god i lay down i pray
daddy was a motherf-ckin lie when the n-gg- said that crime don’t pay
the police know my f-ckin face
just raided tore up my place
my b-tch stay faded on c-ke and pills i don’t really trust sh-t she say
can’t trust my homies either might k!ll me for a piece of weight
heard they been checkin my connections i’m gonna have to go see jose
i heard you put them keys away
to the side for me, got the pies for me
got a cold young n-gg- that’ll ride for me
i wrap a brick and he dry it for me
i gotta get to work he do kitchen work
so just cook it up and let it dry for me
gave a b-tch a block she just sniffed a lot and its fire for me
gon die for me
god d-mn

“i feel like i’m dying”

artistic bravery they say to get it you gotta risk it
i risked my life everyday why wouldn’t i risk this petty sh-t?
huh?
don’t make me take aim again
i miss my dead friends, but i don’t miss men
so when my gun raises up
remember mamma couldn’t raise me so you’ll be a dead f-ck
and pardon it
the man with the skin with all the scars in it
my soul, my city’s hardened it
my heart i don’t know where it went
all i know if there’s a war in my head
my eyes don’t close when i lay in my bed
wish i could give my sister all the strength i posses and let the heroin k!ll me instead
you see my grandmother was murdered
my mother used her gun
this k!lling is in my blood its best i don’t make a son
i’m in the mirror tryin to find my father in my face so i can shoot myself right in that very place

“i feel like i’m dying”

- king 810

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