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Sometimes the air that I breathe is too thick for me,
And I get spooks and cold chills from the things that I seeâ¦
Iâm no ordinary Joe nor a regular kind of guy,
âCause in the pit where I crawled from I was used to another kind of lifeâ¦
And you may kick me, maul me, spit on me, bleed me,
But Iâm still the same old creep that I used to be!
Sometimes the scars that I bare are too heavy for me,
And I get nightmares and phobia from the dark that surrounds meâ¦
Iâve been a friend and foe, all can hear my cry,
âCause no matter what you say I wonât adjust Iâd rather die!
I refuse to let it go, to be stripped from this part of me!
I wonât bend in reverence âcause this isnât a life for me!
So you may kick me, maul me, spit on me, bleed me,
But Iâm still the same old creep that I used to be!