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My shoes


Home ain't where the heart is home is where you plant your feet don't nobody show support until it's time to eat a room full of wolves and if you ain't sharing u might as well be sheep but it's cool play em to the left put down another white sheet they never seen it come cuz I ain't the one sleep never pull the wool over my eyes as hard as they try the truth will never die hope floats like dope when even they cut the water it comes with no surprise everything in plain sight but who has time to read between the lines steady searching for a future while board a plane with much baggage from your past hoping for a parachute if you crash ain't no handouts being handed if you fall right on your ass time is they only limit if you haven't figured out you do the math from start to finish is how long we last
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