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Levels


Til the day the earth decapitates.

No sooner than later than a earthquake makes the ground shake.

I... live in a community were you shoot someone and its no mistake.

This how it developes, You are born a Sinner and die the same.

When we possibly do dirt we all leave a stain.

Its Levels to this worlds natural habitats and causes.

And u have to grow up tough or become a example to tough loses.

See u cant walk before you crawl... or you would be more acknowleged

To be a young black nigga going to college and im being honest.

Now will u live to become 21? Or become a 16 yr old with a loaded Gun.

Fuck it son, Its Levels to the worlds natural habitats and conclusions.

You can still live a finer life and carry bruises. Im not Assuming.

Its Levels.!

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