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The world is full of haters
All of them fakers
Everyone is a taker
For what they need
Its their creed
Whats yours is mine
On your paycheck they dine


All the hate and lies
Bringing tears to my eyes
Putting a quiver in my thighs
There's nowhere to hide
Not even deep inside
Nowhere away from it all
No one to pick up the phone and call


We all cry out
Some even shout
To God and his son
From which all has done
From which everything has come
He knows how we feel
He knows what is real


Homies on their knees
Praying to God please
Deliver me from this hell
Like being stuck in a well
No Lassie around
But with God the lost get found
All you have to do is make a sound


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