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(Verse 1) Smoking all dead's, pouring liquor for my pain, Lost my bros to the streets, can't wash away the stains. Stop running from the demons, they know my name, In the city of shadows, where life ain't a game. (Chorus) Smoking all dead's, pouring out my soul, Streets cold as ice, heart black as coal. Stop running, face the truth, can't escape the past, Every step forward feels like it might be my last. (Verse 2) Late nights in the trenches, dodging all the fakes, Lost friends to the system, can't forget their face. Stop running from the madness, it's in my blood, Raised by the struggle, misunderstood but never budged. (Bridge) Smoking all dead's, memories haunt my mind, Staring at the skyline, searching for a sign. Stop running, stand tall, even when it hurts, In this concrete jungle, survival is a curse. (Chorus) Smoking all dead's, pouring out my soul, Streets cold as ice, heart black as coal. Stop running, face the truth, can't escape the past, Every step forward feels like it might be my last. (Outro) Smoking all dead's, living with regrets, Trying to find peace in this life full of debts. Stop running, embrace the scars, wear 'em like a badge, In this war for survival, I'll never be just another cadge.

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(Verse 1) Smoking all dead's, pouring liquor for my pain, Lost my bros to the streets, can't wash away the stains. Stop running from the demons, they know my name, In the city of shadows, where life ain't a game. (Chorus) Smoking all dead's, pouring out my soul, Streets cold as ice, heart black as coal. Stop running, face the truth, can't escape the past, Every step forward feels like it might be my last. (Verse 2) Late nights in the trenches, dodging all the fakes, Lost friends to the system, can't forget their face. Stop running from the madness, it's in my blood, Raised by the struggle, misunderstood but never budged. (Bridge) Smoking all dead's, memories haunt my mind, Staring at the skyline, searching for a sign. Stop running, stand tall, even when it hurts, In this concrete jungle, survival is a curse. (Chorus) Smoking all dead's, pouring out my soul, Streets cold as ice, heart black as coal. Stop running, face the truth, can't escape the past, Every step forward feels like it might be my last. (Outro) Smoking all dead's, living with regrets, Trying to find peace in this life full of debts. Stop running, embrace the scars, wear 'em like a badge, In this war for survival, I'll never be just another cadge.

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