"Around the Midway"  Parental Advisory genre: Rapcore
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	CD: State of Confusion Credits: RENCH
	Lyrics When I see these needs what I found to believe, it was all real before I even agreed More is going down and those leaving the town No clowns, or frowns loud anti-killer sounds Childhood dreams not giving a fuck or their school girl's needs and living it up Not a fear in her eyes still living corrupt with my eyes to the side still wishing to stop Now in the world One dark day dreaming to become Fear of the top and the many that gathered on the ground And down is where they fell Guns to your head and the ice they bleed They blame their shit on needs Their Midway society X-rated, this triple knife bladed down before you make it this dark day Over shade this, hated to escaped it, before you felt locked up inside Can't understand I felt my plan slip away with my head up wishing for more fans These guys got it rough driving fucked up down on the town but not down on their luck And they say you can't take, away from the facts with out the mistakes and the friends that they lacked Amplifying breath and breathing it in keeping off dead to facing more sin Smoking it up around 67th clean with guns to your head facing more steam Back to the house and back to more shit needs in a bundle not making no sense Her frowns on her luck for her giving it up But I still have hope and a well being to prop Now this agony was another tragedy for now you hold to me another badge I see My girls calling me and now I have to be Better than a man to hold my dear sweet to me And back when the people had more to live for now I tend to ignore them I tend to bore them with my fantasies of living in colored dreams and I finally fell into a hole filled with them Like all downtown among rest, down on their luck small tities on a chest Now a party with my peeps all night inside Pump it up got a girl up up let it ride Listen to the shots and the loud sounds of the bats Finally they fell and lay among rest With a gun to their side and blood around their chest Again it's just another battle for their memories of the past Racial lies about the child and this city that stands for it, Take another smoke and puff away another year soon to realize A minority all around all loving to stare me in my own eyes Trying to stare me to the death but they will never succeed at what they do Fear of the dirt to reach in their wounds and blood on their shoes The air in the sky or red in their eyes

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