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* (Mary Jennings of Jennings ) Every tear that I taste is not a waste of water. It's pride leaving the body when life's got too much on ya. (Repeat)

1- It's like a constant struggle. No hug will settle the score, so listen to my subtle rebuttal--It's more than just some puddle collecting mud on the porch. You act like you got my back but you lack the knowledge, the facts of this matter. I've had it up to here - it's sad. You're willing to shatter past years, all that laughter. You're in the rafters, then act like you don't fear what comes after. All alone in that empty shell, that hell you call "home"- with no soul. That ho you call wife, you give life, stole your own. Stare out that window; you sit and you fret, livin' it out in regret but I spit and don't sweat, I just guess this bitch that you met is the best thing since slice bread. So, like I said, as long as you're happy ahead I'll be just rapping and no they can't lap me cause as long as I got this rap beat, I'll be happy. I don't need a psychiatrist; won't make me bleed, I write these rhymes and just feed of off the high I get. Can't buy my love like that girl you met. Here comes the whirlwind, I pour in, I sure win though this whore thinks she did but she sinks in. I know you'll come back lonely, my only mission will be to show you love unconditionally so be patient, be patient "E".

* Every tear that I taste is not a waste of water. It's pride leaving the body when life's got too much on ya. (Repeat)
** (Ean Hirst) And I can't stand the way you make me feel. I see you there and I know you care but all you do is sit and stare, acting like you can't see me there, you can't see me here.

2- Sometimes I feel I get the raw end of the deal. I peel off, wheels off, I turn so quick, I rip them heels off. Wanna get the hate off, like Adolf. So irate, I'm getting Satan laid off. Swing so hard, break a blade off, got a Raid cough, late hit shit quick I block the coach, spew hate, kill a cockroach, then I lock approach, realize it's not worth it. Curse it, it'll be the worst hit, reverse it, vent through the verses what I got pent, I rehearsed this. Seeing clearer, fear the interior in the mirror, but every time I see you, I hear her, can't be you can't get near her. EVERY...

*Every tear that I taste is not a waste of water. It's pride leaving the body when life's got too much on ya. (Repeat)