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wake up stand up make a fist knuckle up dark red impala color of the devil driving fast cuz ima rebal foot stuck on the pedal touching metal full throttle shifting gears thinking about the years wiping tears wake up stand up make a fist knuckle up nothing but red and blue in my review gaining on me quick no time for a brake check coming up on a turn bout to flip my whip might crash and burn wake up stand up make a fist knuckle up Hitting a brick wall head first blood gushing out from where it burst gonna sit here and bleed paying the price for my life blood spilling on the pavement every drop is pay-ment watching it puddle up not ready to give up wake up stand up make a fist knuckle up going numb body cold fading out feeling like a choke hold falling to my knees throat dry can't breathe looking up, staring at the trees no wind, no breeze with a sudden freeze ravens taken my eyes with ease wake up stand up make a fist knuckle up Blinded by things I can't see sin is revealed to me not recognizing myself was that really me selfish hateful unmentionable I was living like a fool wake up stand up make a fist knuckle up who decided this fate God, just once will you take a break give me the strength to stay awake searching for the light not the fire lake knowing this ant a debat hoping the grim ripper will be late fuck it destiny here I wait wake up stand up make a fist knuckle up fight for your life never give up letting death know what's up

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