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Life after death

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Where's the Evolve man at? shiyyyattttt.....
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No balls and three strikes that night that she left/
But alls well now back from hell, cause there's life after death/
Now you've left my warmth; went Northwest and turned left, right, left; back and fourth/
To arrive in your busy city of hypocrisy... damn, you certainly made a switch/
Watch the road bitch! A left on North Avenue/
Do you know what I had to do to get over you? You're not that tall/
The struggles to realize there was no debt owed to you. You're not a shopping mall/
I seem old to you? He probably remember Michael Jackson's debut/
And skipped outta middleschool to cheer for the other MJ when he played Duke/
It seems your youthful high-gyncs leave your spleen hurt, fool/
Truth be told I don't need to think I'm beautiful, and I prefer my senior demeanor too/
Fuck it, only children deem emotional explosions cool/
Mmm, petroleum—ah, don't mind me—you just keep rollin' 'em/
They'll be what aids your capture of aids later on the linoleum/
I will miss putting my gassed nozzle in your fueled tank/
But even that fun runs out when you toss around your weight to display your rank/
I guess she was looking for something better for her that was better than me/
Or was she finding something better than her that would be better for me?/
They'll never see a valedictorian/
Cause those late-night antics have made you a whore to some men/
What does this affect?/
That confident first hour glower turned into a flat affect/
Portraying the fact that you can't afford your rent/
I knew you when you were in High School/
Now you just drift along, being high at school/
Spent parents cents on expended tokes/
While the backyard stream of cashflow ran low so now you're broke/
The apple of your daddy's eye. . ./
The fruit of your mother's labor. . ./
You've savored the pie, guzzled from the stein/
You left the well dry and they severed the umbilical tie that binds. . ./
Shits so busted now. . . /
For you did only for which you lusted, How-/
Can I say this with a bit more abrasiveness?/
Your life's a mess, I confess it's clear. . ./
Child, you may be young, but death looms near/
But Shanny shant fear/
Though generally here to sneer, I was also made to steer yall clear/
Of suicide, there's no eject button on this magic shag carpet ride/
As dazzling as the plummets rate/
Falsely fixing your fate is no way to gain admittance to the pearly gates/
There's living after death within life/
Fuck the misgivings we've left our strife/
You die when you finally feel guilt inside/
When you see terrible things through the weed smoke/
Supine, your little sister bare unbearably screaming: "Please Don't!"/
Death comes when your energy is spent, after seeing the efforts of two years of your being/
Jettison past Jefferson *poof gone* in one innocuous evening/
Death comes when you realize love is elusive in meaning and mutually exclusive from deceiving/
Death comes when you truly start Believing/
Death comes when you honestly separate your wanting from your needing/
Death comes when you shoot the old dog and give up on the thrown bone she's not retrieving/
Death is the end of hostility and the piquing of interest in humbleness and humility/
I must be slipping under and out from my coma now, because I'm almost accepting your leaving me/

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