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these ain't my people - krafty lyrics

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[verse 1]
i’ve been looking, looking for a place to find
to rid the frown on this face of mind
feel like my life’s been a waste of time
but like a backdrop, i can taste the lines

in my head, i’m an artist, to everyone else
i’m another one of them degenerate b*st*rds with their head up their *rs*s
just ’cause i don’t believe in the bullsh*t that we were fed in our classes
plus i’d rather be the one shooting instead of the target

i’m fed up of hardship
fed up of barely getting fed at work but then even finding it hard to sh*t
they give you ten minutes for a break, “make it quick”
how the f*ck’s that enough time to eat, drink and take a sh*t?

as of recent i feel like i gave it a decent try
yeah but nothing seems to fly
feel like i’ll never really get some peace of mind
i paid my dues and now i need a new lease on life

[chorus]
surrounded by hate, succumbing to evil
these ain’t my people
and this ain’t my place, i don’t feel equal
these ain’t my people
[verse 2]
i’ve been low, lower than you might’ve thought
from all these demons that i ignore
i’m not the person i was like before
can’t find support for this broken spinal cord

when i was younger, i didn’t think like this
i didn’t rhyme and didn’t song my sings like this
i think i quit, at least i feel close to
don’t feel like i’m supposed to, i’m not one of the chosen few

they say i need a therapist, someone i can tell this sh*t
can’t open up to relatives but if i did, they’d relish it
plus i’m not relevant, if i write it in a post
i’m fishing for likes, some nights it’s like i’m fighting with a ghost

i need some change, something’s gotta give
numb from lost of southern comfort shots and gin
dumbest plot i did have is something i’m tackling
dropping a project without the money to back it

[chorus]
surrounded by hate, succumbing to evil
these ain’t my people
and this ain’t my place, i don’t feel equal
these ain’t my people
no nah nah
no nah nah
no nah nah
these ain’t my people

[verse 3]
i’ve been lost in the crowd
they’re asking questions but they just want something to gossip about
that’s why i’m always watching my mouth
my time’s eaten up on the clock that i’ve wound

don’t mean sh*t to me man, it’s all random words
i’m a closed book, they don’t even understand the blurb
i sense the judgement growing within them
but they don’t know me, they just know an opinion

when i think about it, who the f*ck knows the real me?
they’re all spineless, why should i feel guilty?
sometimes i see no good in the world
the people closest to me man they put me through h*ll

and i’m the *rs*hole if i don’t put a smile on
like i don’t see ’em holding the shovel as the sh*t piles on
i’m sorry, i tried but i ain’t you
guess i’ll never meet a friend that i can relate to
[chorus]
surrounded by hate, succumbing to evil
these ain’t my people
and this ain’t my place, i don’t feel equal
these ain’t my people

- krafty lyrics

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