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Death may make u relise but will never make u wise
the sun is burning bright watered eyez upon dark skyz
poisioned by the stems of weed running circles in my mind
drugs un money, life and death becomes 1 place all intwind
dreams inside unfilled as withered paths R never told
shaded thoughts R shadowed by paths I walked of old
sirens in the city streets as greed powers stricken life
dreams of selfishness leaves me reaching for my knife
pleasures paid with paper from unholy fishes on my rod
tainted by the price of wealth keeps me shaded from my god
denying in my painful past will never heal my rift
privailing words of darklands will never feel my gift
Jesus on his crusifix only brought him selfless fame
while many famous come and go but Jesus will remain
mindless tears drop to my throat will never help me heal
from drugs and silence to streets of violence, but it was death
that made me feel
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