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Ashes and Dust (American Trap Version) by lilpitt, the Iceman snow, Chris anonymous, ComonRah

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Ashes and Dust (American Trap Version) by lilpitt, the Iceman snow, Chris anonymous, ComonRah  - trap music cover art

Ashes and Dust (American Trap Version)

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This ain’t rap, it’s a lifeline, yeah.
Hear me, don’t just nod. Listen, I ain’t askin’ for pity, I spit it with grit. My trauma got voices, yours don’t fit.
Six in my head, got a whole ass team. While you got peace, ain’t still call it a dream. Thirty years screamin', y’all barely flinch.
I’ve been for your comfort, y’all never inch. I changed who I was just to be in your space. You looked at my progress and saw the old face.
I’m not lazy, not crazy, I’m crushed.
Crawlin’ through fire, while y’all kick dust. If I’m late to the yard, then I’m in that whip. I’m writin’ these words so y’all don’t trip.
Chat PT on the screen, tryna make sense. A pain so deep, even angels tense. I don’t got tools, just bars and belief.
But y’all think I’m lyin’ like I’m out here a thief, yeah. Say you love me, then act like it’s. I’m not a criminal, I’m fractured lid.
Burnin’, I’m slow from pain, I trust. Still standin’ here less than ashes and dust.
Y’all need to quit with a trauma war. Like pain’s a prize, you keep the score.
I ain’t competin’, but if I did, y’all wouldn’t make it past the life I live.
You gotta struggles, I get that cool. But six personas in my head ain’t a phase in school.
I black out from stress, can’t rest, can’t breathe. All y’all treated like I chose this grief, I’m not mad.
I’m done, I ain’t broke, I’m numb, I ain’t lookin’ for a handout.
But if love don’t show up soon, I’m gone, no doubt.
Believe me when I say it, I don’t speak fake. I speak what I see, what I live, what breaks.
So if I’m still beggin’ after all this rust, cause I love y’all more than I love myself.
And now I’m less than ashes and dust.
I’m done, I ain’t broke, I’m numb, I ain’t lookin’ for a handout.