Why, why do I live 2 die, I cry
My soul bleeds, It desires to fly, I spy
Is life a waste of time, the drugs, the crimes,
we live, then we die, no lie, I try
New Years, gun(s) in hand, bullets fly through the
sky, but why, do I deny
I say hello today, but tomorrow, I say... Good-bye
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