rest easy
beat silence back at it again with that glock cocked Strapped to the waste like a hot shot one in da chamber this hard knocks pop pop thats a stray there go pop pop what a waste not a second Ina day could give you back all you had left to say damn what a shame this the life you chose the life it owns a product of a broken soul and all it holds and all it holds Is an empty soul just dark and cold
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ILL 🤒
ILL 🤒
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