We pay 2 live.. pay to die.. pay to kill... pay to get killed.. This road that we drive on... drive on...drive on... makes us flip off nd on... people of our kind...people of our love stabd us..kill us..bury us and want us back alive...!!!! back alive....for another kill... i missed dh last bus... but i didnt miss dh last trip.. this trip that takes me far away... all that remains is made to cut.. made 2 bleed.. Black orgasms..guns..bombs..blood, the cries and all those lies... leaves a mark.. a mark that we see ..feel...know... but we still end it wid a diff remark...
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