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• Artiste: P.O.D. (Payable On Death)
• Titre: I Am
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I Am The Murdered, The Pervert, Sick To The Core I Am The Unclean, Dope Fiend, I Am The Whore I Am The Beat Down, Mistreated, Sexually Abused I Have Violated, Fornicated and sexually Used I Am The Con Artist, Cold Hearted, Smooth Preacher Cash Stealer, Emotion Bleeder, The Soul Lecher I Feed Off The Poor But I’m A Slave To The Rich I’m In Depression So, This Reflection is Making Me Sick Are You The One That’s Come To Set Me Free ? Cause If You Knew Who I Am, Would You Really Want To Die For Me ? They Say You Are The Cursed Man, The One Who Hangs From This Tree I Know This Is The One and only son of GOD But Tell Who the fuck is he! So tell me! I Am Fake, A fraud, A Phony, I’m Known Liar Anorexic, Rejected Object of your desire Suicidal Thoughts, Keep one in the chamber I’m A turned out streetwalking Heroin Banger I Am a secret cutter, Porn lover, The Town, Drunkard Next Door, Neighborhood slut, I am Somebody’s mother Out casted arrogant bastard son I am the talk of the town but this story’s just begun I am what you reaped, I am what you sewed I am that guy talking to himself, I am alone I’m the forgotten child ravaged and raped through sex traffic And Since I’m a little strange, My daddy called me a faggot I am insecure, Immature, Even I Discuss Me In denial, Pill Pop’n, Prescription junkie I see demons, Eyes Bleeding, My Soul Impure Already know that I’m the disease, But tell me what’s the cure? This is me, We are him and I am you Old things have passed away and all things become new!