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it hurts but I never show,
this pain youÂ’ll never know
if only you can see just how lonely and how cold
and frostbit iÂ’ve become
my backÂ’s against the wall
when push come to shove
i just stand up and scream f-ck em all
man it feels like these walls are closing in, this roof is caving in,
oop its time to raise it then
your days are numbered like pages in my book of rhymes got em cookem boy
this crooked mind of mine got em all shook and scared to look in my eyes,
I stole that f-ckin clock, i took the time and i came up from behind
and pretty much snuck up and butt f-cked this game up
better be careful when you bring my name up f-ck this fame