Hell

it seems life is in the dice of the hands of Satan

I believe my soul is ice from woman and man lost their fate

I dream they never left but in my breath its blatant

I scream when I wake when am facin at the gates

 

o hell or heaven where were racin to at a fast pace

I cant seem to take it steady get ready hate

and some aint gonna wait or be hesitatin at all

am gonna be a devastated delicate fool

 

just the same as ever – many days are straight cruel

I will never be severed of the tears while my heart beats

Aimin to get clever never made it outta school

the years have an art of learnin to make you weak

 

so bleak and gloomy the doom will make you speak

consumed by defeat and the heat of hell

dispellin many myths that were gonna be well

well I guess this is it of all this ish me I can tell

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