SOMETIMES
I WISH I COULD DIE, YOU TO CAN FILL THE PAIN IN MY LIFE
THE PAIN OF A KNIFE IN THE BACK, THE WANTING FOR THE THINGS THAT I LACK. THE PAIN THAT I POUR INTO TRACKS.
THE PAIN THAT MANY MEN PUT INTO SACS. ITS DRASTIC
PAIN CHANGED ME INTO AN ADICT FOR AUTOMATICS
AND THE MATHMATICS OF THE STREET.
THUG + RED + BLUE = BEEF
NIC + DIME + OUNCE = Gs
KNOWLEDGE + UNITY + LOVE = PEACE
I WANT REST TILL THE EQUATION IS COMPLETE
STAY UP SOLJA, AFTER PAIN ALWAYS COMES RELIEF

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