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Turn A Blind Eye


(laughs) that's what i was thinking just the girl? i was barely coherent she was following my every step and yet i found that very staircase that set her free to her death but i passed it i led her to her grave but it was really her that told her to speed up her paces I was a patron with a baby waiting trying to get to work she was the satan, i stood for what was right I gave you a chance then i guided you with my light but i hid that light maybe i didn't hide it well enough cause this chick was convinced that i was homophobic like atheist more like she gay and i was the only one on her dating list however you like to describe it simply not interested Some sane person with common sense probably cried call the police but im black and my role models were honest so i balled up that problem and threw it to the flames if i catch hell then i'll take it carve it into a lady buttnaked make the sight my squatting house look homely I glance at her death i won't fake it
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