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Theres a level of trust here that no one seems to recognize I got my eyes on this shit I see right threw lies....if people talking that bull I get. A rake and shovel move it out my way...u see life's a game of cards we all dealt a hand yet the black get no good cars got that death after them...see we all on a rope steady steady steady ....we all on a rope and r baggage is just heavy heavy heavy... We all on a boat yet we never stay afloat...some live life right..to others it's a joke...
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