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My mama scared for the future
Wear this belt so cops won't shoot ya
I need a life tutor not enough time for me or Franck Muller
No fear in this heart can tear us apart
I'll be right by your side until death due us part
My skin is my scare my pain darker than tar
I hope we have more hope for tomorrow
Cause I dont want my kids to see the same we seen
but at 6 o'clock there's always a different scene
We all feins to paper tthats green
im sorrry that this had to get in between
Me and you
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