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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