"Quicksand"
Don’t put your hands on me
‘Bout to give you the heat
Gotten to where I don’t want to be
Get in my way, you’re gonna get beat
Down so low to the floor
I’m tired of your ignorance
I’m not gonna take it any more
I don’t have time to tell you this
‘Cause I’m losing my patience
I’m not who you think I am
Sinkin’ fast in the quicksand
Not gonna hurt you, relax
Test me enough, make you back
I’m not into being the brutal one
Not many battles lost, nor any won
I don’t believe to be better than you
I believe because I wasn’t forced to
I hope you fall from a shelf holding you down
I hope you can’t crawl yourself out of the ground
It’s your fault ‘cause you went too far
You can’t get back from where you are
I hope you fall...
I’ll make you back...
I’ll beat you...
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