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raised by these chains grazed wit pain suffering we face ta blaze da remains truth never dies look in my eyes strains in veins look at these crys hope never fades desingrating ways gut wrenching playes not meant ta be games burdens we hold character is bold miscommunication not told as we grow old left behind no time for weak minds outside da box to be more wise no disease eats me better believe i stay free twisted memories im past the scenes sections of division nobody listens growth n ambition releasin the vivids kharma gets you reap what u sow always know how ta fix your soul solutions are risen blessed with peace terminology n different phases of grief