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I'm nauseous used to think the conflicts root of the problem
With deeper pockets came to rue the more infrequent deposits
How do you respond to trauma?
They sieging often I been looking deeper
Tryna come up with a meaning, despondent
Ever since I was a toddler starting causing problems
Never talk but always irritated knew that something was off
So situation get presented
The first to try resolving
Ain't always violence but I see no reason for talking
So I dig and try to find the source and probable cause
Cause after many instances they knew that something was wrong
I try to get it diagnosed but there be too many options
Is it PTSD?
Nah man that ain't possible
Feeling like I lived another life of sorts
And couldn't make it
The frags rotting under my corpse
The ground shaking
I gasp couldn't think of the source
Then I awaken
The drag is survivor's remorse
Don't ask me how I'm feeling
This short wick'll burst into flames
I can't take it
See another one lay dead in the grave
These results ain't from decisions they made
Just another casualty of war
I think that you can call it that
Camping out and waiting for some aid
But they be starving ask
Anyone around and they be thinking
They a lower caste
See a woman walking with her kids
The tanks be hauling ass
It's crazy
But this ain't what you fighting for
Bloodlust, admitting you aware of all the tragedies
That makes me wanna kill 'em more
But that's just what you telling to society
Deep down you justify your plights of greed
And try to build a good rapport
These cut-throat bastards got it coming
I'll try to smoke a hunnid of 'em
They don't fucking know how much I got in store
This steadfast rage got you blunted
I don't care if I'm outnumbered