Goin to a slum old place
lookin at a forgotten face
their eyes reflect what's inside
and the air alone lets out their cry
pull me out pull me out
hold me up and keep me out
it's dark in there
and i got scared
it's a shiny thing
that favored bling
but when the greedy go deep
the lights not seen
and they see the bell
but it doesn't ring
the mounds they have don't mean a thing
it's what they think is everything
he gave em a heart to pull those forgotten faces out
but here they are
more than they need
here they are in their fame's greed
and unfortunate souls stuck in a love drought.
your gifted with it so you may not realize
your gifted with it so you may not see as i
do you know that some people idolize
do you know that some people cry their eyes
out in the dark they wanna know
they wanna know
what it's like
your gifted life.
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