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Im tryin to cope, with feelins ill as death
Whisperin real close so, I feel his breath Tellin me hes come for the realest left, that aint me He points to Jeno in a painting That looks like Jesus Christ Wrapped up in a blanket, blood soaked, pieces sliced I passed the weed, Death weezes twice Said its the only thing thats ever eased his vice Placed a please decice, when askin death for his pardon I hardened a little, put a little God in the riddle And for the rhymes the Devil tought me the Jargon a little Bit at a time, but at the same time, I'd get a devine Rhyme that wont catch on and take till im dead to define |
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