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I feed hate off of my right hand
I see pain off of my actions
You think id learn from mistakes and change
But my mind is stuck in my old ways
I feed hate off of my words and
I see pain off of my actions
You think id run from mistakes and change
But my feet are grounded in my ways

Too many hands on my wrists they're writing my hits
Come check my pulse I doubt you'll find out how I live
Years came and gone thought that by now would've won
But now I sit and compare my shit to no one
See
When I got problems I run away come and see
It took me months just to write a verse to a beat
Do I really think that I'm doing all the right things no
I'm really drowning in my own words I speak
Need some hope to hold close
And I need a place to call home
And if I don't know my own soul then
Just shut it down curtain closed

I feed hate off of my right hand
I see pain off of my actions
You think id learn from mistakes and change
But my mind is stuck in my old ways
I feed hate off of my words and
I see pain off of my actions
You think id run from mistakes and change
But my feet are grounded in my ways



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Writer(s): Arik Bality
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