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im just like a gauge to the back they onthe attack onpost im stamped wanna see a young champ so gone with a winds im back once again holes drilled in hope filled in fell on the wits end broke a trend on that provoke she dealing with ghosts he spittin that dope they still losing faith lost in the maze crooked eyed gaze fuck around and draw that line today. looking for a piece to save my mind cloudin up the sight the sands of time