Broken Angel

Life moves on
The sweat is wiped off our foreheads
The drama ends
You've passed and we accept your dead
Walk along
There is no longer a present time
Find a home
You cant let these feelings combine
On your own
Go to the place we guess about
Through the gates
Be quiet and dont open your mouth

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That Old School Mother Fucker

Aint That A Bitch?

Crhyme Sindicate