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taken - shaneil richards


Waking up in the mornig in it cold im shaking 

A he  get out my bed and cook some bacon 

Walk in his  moms room not realizing why she shaking

But to sit down on her bed and relize what was taken 

She said gma was gone at 9 pm when she was taken 

He said no stop please tell me your faking 

To get with the word im not playing

He was told to to admire what was given 

Because some people dont wake up living 

He prays forsaken but to not be next who is taken

 

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