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Doing what I can It's a trap Living in the trap Anytime you leave They just gotta bring you back Enemies and friends Man it never ends Stuck inside a cycle And we do it till we dead Which is probably soon But I'm happy your amused Can you even take a second Take a step inside my shoes No one's bullet proof Something I can prove A couple people hurting Cause of what I have to do Listen to the blues And All the different hues Will you cut me loose Or tighten up the noose Take it from the top I'm feeling pretty lost It seems like every second Is another second gone There isnt any god There's isn't any hell There isnt Anybody who can Save me from myself Don't you understand There wasn't any plan Everything I did was cause I needed what I had I fell into the trap Money in the bag Running for my life Something hit me in the back Doing what I can I'm dying where I stand