Cinderblock$

—hello?

—no, don’t—don’t move it—

They said the voices weren’t real.

Grey clouds hang low like the ceiling finna cave (cave)

Ash in my lungs, I been coughin’ up the grave (grave)

Voices in my head say the world gotta pay

So I load up my thoughts, let ‘em spray, let ‘em spray

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Born with a death wish, baptized in filth

Knife-edge grin when I talk about wealth

Whole block quiet when I creep through the mist

Every step I take sound like a hit list tick

Blood on the conscience, not on my hands

I kill with a sentence, bury with plans

Mama said pray, I said pass me the pills

God don’t listen when the devil foot the bills

I been dead since thirteen, heart cold as the steel

Still feel everything, that’s the fucked-up deal

Catch me talkin’ to the reaper like we homies for real

He said, “Scrim, you a problem,” I said, “Yeah, that’s the appeal.”

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Cinderblock sermons, preachin’ from hell

Two ghosts talkin’ shit from a prison cell

If I die tonight, ring the funeral bell

Grey till the grave, yeah, we know it too well

Cinderblock sermons, teeth clenched tight

Violence in the stories, but the pain inside

We don’t live long, we just live it violent

$uicideboy$ silence louder than riots

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Ruby the menace, cerebellum unhinged

Speak in tongues when I snap, every word a sin

I don’t black out—I remember it all

Every scream, every fall, every name on the wall

I’m the glitch in the system, the crack in the frame

Laughin’ at the flames while I’m feedin’ the pain

Tried to hang my halo, rope fuckin’ snapped

Guess the devil still need me to finish the task

Eyes red, mind warped, teeth grit

Spit venom every time I open my lips

I don’t wanna be saved, don’t wanna be fixed

I wanna watch the whole world burn slow in this bitch

Talk slick, get erased from the memory

I turn beef to folklore, urban legendry

I don’t fight fair, I fight like I’m cornered

Like death in the room and I’m overly honest

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Cinderblock sermons, preachin’ from hell

Two ghosts talkin’ shit from a prison cell

If I die tonight, ring the funeral bell

Grey till the grave, yeah, we know it too well

Cinderblock sermons, teeth clenched tight

Violence in the stories, but the pain inside

We don’t live long, we just live it violent

$uicideboy$ silence louder than riots

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Still hear sirens when it’s quiet

Still feel hate when they buy it

Fame don’t love you, it just rents

Then it leaves you broke, bitter, and bent

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Carve my name in the concrete soul of the south

If they bury me deep, I’ma claw my way out

No redemption arc, no moral to tell

Just two cursed voices and a story from hell