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My spine just squinted and my eye is weakI can't find peace in a form of speechMy views change color red hot, ice coldBlack ain't a color happiness ain't goldIt's hard for me to feel normal easy to feel freeIt's hard for you to understand if you can't feel meI ain't in a western in a way I can graspI try to hold on to something that is fastIf something is a way of saying you don't knowThen a name is just a way of being visibleMy name is someone juniorWho is my dadMama is a Catherine Anne Hoover and she's all thatAnd a bag of cryptI'm a municipal and the mundaneI try to keep weird keep away from the sameI haven't read an outline on how to pass youthRather than get passed I pass doobsI'm out I'm in it's hard to live in this given cultureAll the hers and himsAll of the rats, snakes, and youth vultures aroundMy heart's out of shape and my head's in a castI try to hold on to something that is fastIf something is a way of saying you don't knowThen a name is just a way of being visible.... From Letras Mania