Stashed in the tapes.
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LYRICS:
Raised off the sickos
spirit clean as this black water
tasked with the ultimate spaz
we never latched on 'em

Latchkey

Crack in the stash
dash like the thoughts quick
bruised eyes, do-knocks
cold corners

Night-sticks

Moms growin' spiteful
foods runnin' on low
keep the truth from us
newcomers none so we never know

Livin' Half a Life
how can you Free Man from his mind
if the only place he travels
is evil he Combines

walls closin' in
broken as three burners we stovin' with
thief speech
only 2 for 40
cause it's stolen shit

Breathe

every gasp you borrow is a fee
when you livin' on the fringes even dyin' isn't free





one way down
and one way out
no crews for this through way
its on you now

yeah you bruised from the too close like
Dylan choke

but you held by that one place
that I can't go

rise walls off the defense
i see you small

how you hide
in those outbursts

that inverse call

how you claw through the bad times
that hurt us all
it's not about you

we mad because you damned us all

and it's wrong
from the great weight
these things you owe/

each excuse that you use
makes us hate you more

and now we can't find our way
between these friends and foes
but i know at least one
that i keep too close