Life is a movie’ better, yet its a bully skool the streets (activity), Mother’s thoughts always got to me. Watch your steps when you in too deep. Why’ life, wont let me be… roll the dice to concrete…. Sweet like a slice of a piece potato with no sound aim with a beam fame had my phone ring. Clone my soul the other half wasn’t me, goals to see. Around like Earth takes turns words I need to sir up to like a curse
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