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Biohazard State Of The World Address

Just look at the state we're in People at odds there's nuclear fission Mad beef with technology Shit ain't right, not like it used to be We pollute the

the trigger on my soul Breathe through the bullet hole I need some peace before I am deceased I want to see my world in it's negative state Became a

Hey you, c'mon up baby Yeah, this is slight risky Playa've respect right to you Brooklyn his side L.A wula, yeah Look into the eyes of a madman You can

Inner city strugglin' motherfuckin' rat race Condemned pressure cooker that explodes in your face Another neighborhood gets destroyed by the drug deal

stand alone Why pretend to be content With all the hate you hold innate Pull your weight, it ain't too late To recreate your inner state Discontent

What kind of soul that gets to hell? All hope abandoned please render here It's the state of the world address c'mon fuckers Just look at the state we

What makes us tick? Are we mentally sick? Feeling inside that drive us like pride Or emotional scars from our friends that have died What makes us build

Lack of trust, all alone Lookin' down at the bottom of a hole I've no trust, bare my soul Are we alone? Or do we have friends Or are we just searchin

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