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im hollow in my head like a baby born dead if u look in my eyes u see all the dispise but still i rise not to tell lies but in other words u s gonna dies so if ya mamma dont cry i did my job and made dat bitch iche with the quickness of my nine but still i pray that day may never come and ull remain a bum.
