.[B-real]
It was a cold dark night in December>Running from the po-po's the alleyway I enter>Trying to hideaway when I stumbled on a gun
And nobody's knows nothing about where it came from
And nothing hotter then the summers in June
Who knows how many souls they put in the tomb
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