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This comes with occupational hazard, gotta live it to feel it. This is one confrontational bastard. Tell a lie! my parents were married, much love to the one that carried me. I look at her admirably, works so hard and it doesn't have to be this way. There's so much more i have to say, but before all that i have to pray, for you me and everybody else. A victim of selfish love can anybody help me?
I gotta help myself, time I got me healthy, since I'm all readied, wealthy. I'm not talking bout rich! I'm talkin bout self. Knowledge is priceless been walking round with stealth. Only have myself to blame for not being heard.
Time I opened up my mouth and gave the word and I ain't talking about the bird, I'm talking realisation of what's occurd. So many time i've been deferred. Just didn't wanna hear it, my vision was blurred. Now I know I'm more right than wrong, still not perfect but moving on with my life after trying with spite to end it all in the heat of the night. No longer afraid of my shepards delight, ready to face the world and put up a fight.
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