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Breaking free? Damn I want to do that. But instead, I'm trapped in a hard cold place. That ain't no life of fame. In a world where I'm both half way in the inside and half way on the outside. Man I met a bitch called life. And damn she live up to her name. I heard she got a sister called death but she aint as hard. But shit I use to want to meet death. But for now, Imma spread my wing as time go on. And hopefully I can break through that hard cold place. While I'm fucking the bitch called life. Breaking free? Watch me do that.
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