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Текст песни Don't Kill Me

My story's untold, but similar to the story of Job
Getting tested by the devil, where the score is refold?
The glory is old, the crisis I'm in,
No war for my soul,
Playin' tug of war with my folks, but I'm struggling more for the rope
Use to think pills, weed, and liquor will fill me with vigor,
They're killin' me quicker than fill me with rigor,
More just instill me with zippers
For this reason I'm trying to stop.
But drugs still cross my mind a lot.
Every time I rhyme that it's bad I seem to find a lot.
Does it matter if it's line of coke or some other kind of pot,
Let's get the High Exhaulted high, exhausted till we shine or stop
I've been to AA meetings drunk,
True story, listenin' to dudes bore me
Nothing they could do for me.
My real initials are PWM
I left my former clique cuz I had trouble with them.
It's just hard to trust people, I'm having trouble again
See, I even short change me, lack of trust from within.

Chorus:
Now what won't kill me only make me stronger,
And ain't dead yet but my days feel longer.
All my life dealt with crazy drama,
So in my after life, please Lord make it calmer
Now what won't kill you only make you stronger,
And you ain't dead yet but your days feel longer
All your life dealt with crazy drama,
So in my after life, please Lord make it calmer

Dude, I was in jail cuz I'm lucky
In the morning I'll be free from bars and prison
I told him he's lucky cause both his dad and mom is living,
We've each got our own personal hell,
Most worse than a cell, we roam earth as a jail
We're on dirt for ourselves and skin
Return the shells we're in
Exhale the wind, last breath for we fell from sin
The wages of death, do we die from the races and theft
or is it cause none of the creators patience are left?
I don't ever wanna be in hell with the fragrance of flesh,
Burning away, yearning to stay while my angels have left,
Christians, Muslims, bitchin', fussin'
When for all we know Mohamed and Jesus were distant cousins.
You know how many people gonna judge me?

You know how many matter? Only the homie who floats above me
My life one long … until Judgment Day, no
Lord, you're good enough to budge the afterlife sentence…


Chorus:
Now what won't kill me only make me stronger,
And ain't dead yet but my days feel longer.
All my life dealt with crazy drama,
So in my after life, please Lord make it calmer
Now what won't kill you only make you stronger,
And you ain't dead yet but your days feel longer
All your life dealt with crazy drama,
So in my after life, please Lord make it calmer

Story of my life, no one to read it to me,
It's like I found the tree of life, nobody to feed it to me.
Popular, known
So people wanna talk on the phone,
Send them the voice mail, I'm a loner, I'm walking alone!
So you call me after nine and disappeared on you
I just wanna be left alone, isn't that clear to you?
Pardon if I'm off track, I'm off that, and getting back on,
I'm a broken record you keep findin' hidden tracks on
Boast in a confession booth 'bout all the evil deeds I did,
Beggin' the human middleman to please forgive my sins
Nobody stops Copy, even at my autopsy,
I'll be looking down, laughing from Heaven, cuz God's got me!
Never written a wack verse
First to last words, any cat hurts,
Gonna be that way to a black hearse
Carries me away to a packed church
And buries me in a grave that says that my first name, last, and my last verse

Chorus:
Now what won't kill me only make me stronger,
And ain't dead yet but my days feel longer.
All my life dealt with crazy drama,
So in my after life, please Lord make it calmer
Now what won't kill you only make you stronger,
And you ain't dead yet but your days feel longer
All your life dealt with crazy drama,
So in my after life, please Lord make it calmer













Thanks to Iulia

Thanks to Pete for correcting these lyrics