Salt in the Wound YCK

[Verse 1]
Faded and tainted, hate to complain
But I don't give a fuck 'bout changing my ways
Gone rogue for the siege, I'm a different kind of breed
Kept aimless, ain't an easy mind to read
Praise ain't given, nah bitch, that is earned
Take a glance at the charts for the ones I haven't heard
Pumping and dumping, they're plugging all up and coming
And any kind of promoting is still amounting to nothing
Decreasing the percentages, ripping off our appendages
Arm and a leg I give so I'm remaining competitive
In a circus and theater that's fucking full of the dreamers
And imma break it to you cause I know that you will not be up
I can't back you, there ain't no vacuum at the top
Better cover what you got tattooed at the shop
Sets will dissolve and your crew will disband
It was known from the start that you didn't have a chance

[Chorus]
Salt in the wound but I am removed
From the scene that tries to claim me
Faults of my own, I'ma end up alone
From the ones that still do hate me
Salt in the wound but I am removed
From the scene that tries to claim me
Faults of my own, I'ma end up alone
From the ones that still do hate me