born in the decade of greed,
i don't touch any paper unless it's colored green,
i'm on a mission, you could call it a dream,
i don't care where it ends, i'm trying to live in the scenes,
portrayed by these commericals I see on the screen,
all my life i've been fed all this bull,
but what can i do? cause i'm stuck in the school,
CIA gave us crack, get a profit, give it back,
now i'm stuck inside the game contribute negatives to stacks,
and now they lovin' meth so i'm feeding the people,
missing the days that I spent under steeples,
where is God in all this mess?!
i can't handle all this stress,
but these dead presidents, give me what I want best,
so i'm flying down this road, high life living large,
got the fiends by the ankles, finally i'm in charge,
but it's not what I want, it's not the life i expected,
i just wanted respect, but they'll never collect it,
i just got what they want, another drug to they addiction,
never in my life could i make this prediction,
i can't take any more, death starts with incisions,
now it's time to make decisions, baby, change up the mission,
end it all doesn't seem a bad religion…
remember the days i was a pyromaniac?
and on the 4th of July, i was ready to attack?
now the fire burns deeper, yeah, this demon; he's a creeper,
put the flame to the wood, it couldn't be cheaper,
it's my only way out, i'm weighed down by my doubts,
my soul's begging to shout!
i can't take it any more, let this house burn down!!
this is my breakdown…
let this house burn down, this is my breakdown…
let this house burn down, this is my breakdown…

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