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Wholy Grail

Im broke but got the kings stand on my toes The smell of death, is nothing to NYC confusion Relax a moment, but the doctors now giving you fusion Your mothers crying girl with mascara on your shirt You guess you wouldn't but your goods didnt overpower your dirt. No good deads goes unpunished, so when i told god id give my life for yours I realized what a fool took his course..I won , So yea, we cant be on the same plane riding on the same plane We can eat together cuz when we do im think bout my sons. So young to feel this much love for them, too modern to feel nobal too smooth to feel hate.. wish it wouldn't get worse . Many people change i never get over it so in retrospect im straight thorough and slim but i put on weight. alone the way to the sky, i appreciate my mother cuz she cant say bye , just yet its a safe bet im a nobal fool, over my dead body id pick money over the wisdom tree see so far inside that motivation closes the door, the urge to blow pours in the eyes. Hence the tears are gone, one day replace the man in position with a diamond chain. Why is it every time i eat , i think what that man can gain. Food for thought. this depression hurts less then see a rappa get u peppa they still hungry but his one isnt easy bitter sweet more bitter cuz my heart shined so bright one day. i just need to find common ground.

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