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Life surrounded by the sorrow of others,
Death finds the wrong in the story of brothers,
Born to breath but life turns its back,
More often than not,
Crime finds its lover,
Death seeks out whom believe,
Grim lifes surrounded by roots,
Cells like a mans coffie,
One sip and its gone like robbing,
Shame on whom hits it sloppy,
Haymakers take those,
Who chain smoke,
Roots take doe,
And leave em for broke,
Rib cages cave in,
Tubes drop,
Voice shrinks to a whisper,
At the site of a cop,
Sleep equals peace,
But peace equals deciced,......(Dead)
In this world of roots,
Smoke for long your Dome bails,
At the site of a grave yard filled with brain cells.
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Thank You For Reading..
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