GONE
gone a man lies where a man dies
but if dat man was to lie would he still die
you wonder whats da type of sh*t dat make a man cry
but its da same sh*t dat'll make a man ride
could it be pride or could it be love
maybe its the thought of defeat that empties a slug
does being blind cause insanity
or does our insanity make a ni**a blind
a ni**a fightin demons but steady
talkin to the devil
ready to end a ni**a if it ever reach dat level
a choir a preacher and a couple pall bearers
a ni**a thrown in fire when he hoped for feathers gone
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