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Angry So, why stand tall, if I'll just fall?
You try to stall, you just won't call, you don't wanna talk to me at all.
Because I can't out muscle you, or keep up with the hustle and the bustle.
Try to break the chain, try to stop the pain that I attain, the life you drain.
You found me, pound for pound, we are all hell bound, see, let's compound these,
Problems I know, wounds that I grow, stones I can't throw, weight I can't tow, crimson eyes glow...
-Lo Ruhamah
