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Lean my head outside my bedroom windowIn solitude the dark recedesI hear a scream outside my neighborhoodCould be mistaken for a dreamTree's cover shadowed darkened groundThat cast a cover for these broken crowdsIts only Friday in my neighborhoodThat gets you ready for the bitter truthI cop a plea like an anxious diseaseI'm not at home I'm at war on these streetsI cop a plea like an anxious diseaseI'm not at home I'm at war on these streetsI became numb when I fractured my prideSweet Sally she became my one place to hideSedated party on my carouselThat gets you ready for your own private hellI cop a plea like an anxious diseaseI'm not at home I'm at war on these streetsI cop a plea like an anxious diseaseI'm not at home I'm at war on these streetsI used to think I believed in myselfEverything fit into placeLetras de cancionesBut the fortunes of your life rests on your mental healthAnd not the money - no, it's not the moneyNot the money - no it's not the moneyPeople package all kinds of loveIt's a joke that ain't so funnyI made my hell with no help from aboveAnd lots of moneyYa, just lots of moneyLots of moneyYa, just lots of money (alright)It's hard to trust life when its packed full of liesAnd everyone is a brand new surpriseThey take, and take, and take, and takeAnd never give it backAlways keep me looking behind my backI cop a plea like an anxious diseaseI'm not at home I'm at war on these streetsI cop a plea like an anxious diseaseI'm not at home I'm at war on these streetsAnxious disease - war on these streetsAnxious disease - war on these streets From Letras Mania