Cloc Work Orange K.A.A.N.

And all I wanted was a
All I wanted was a
All I wanted was a
All I wanted, my god
And all I wanted was a little bit of peace
And all I wanted was a little bit of peace
Now I wear a straight jacket every time I go to sleep, my god
And all I wanted was a little bit of peace
And all I wanted was a little bit of peace
Now I wear a straight jacket every time I go to sleep, my god

I'm like a motherfucking mental patient
Pacing, running out of patience
What’s the point of waiting, anticipating, evading and aggravating and agitating nigga, my god

I said I wonder will I really survive
I said I wonder will a nigga survive
I got a hand full of pills like I'm ready to die, my god
I seem to wonder will a nigga survive
At times I wonder will I really survive
I got a barrel to my head as I look in the sky as I

Lie in a graveyard, I'm saying my last prayer
With a pallbearer that bears arms and wears armor
Slash accurate my style is more immaculate
Than any blasphemous bastard acting like he’s surpassing this
Outlasting the masochists, killing the opposition
They [?] collapses
I'm laughing, I'm maniacally laughing
The cynical syndicates silhouettes with a cigarette
And sentenced with centripetal force to make you prisoners
Listen to the subliminal messages that I've hidden [?]
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Inside of the Roman Coliseum, adjacent to citadels
Standing next to a mausoleum
Onomatopoeia, niggas not competing
Peter picked a pepper to pay the piper to take that pitiful penance that's inside of your pocket and turn it into a private [comprisement]
A large deposit of diamond encrusted ignorance that views intelligence with common sense and never contradict