Smoke 'em if you got 'em
Don't give away what you can sell
"Smoke 'em if you got 'em!"
Fight for your now.
"Yes. sir..." reluctantly In a way, this is war.
In a race -- I'm running
constantly fighting to make my way.
better than my neighbor, but what about his?
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