.Ripped off
You smoked the Bible
Rolled it up
Your last breath
Hot on my back
You get started
Try to get somewhere
You move so slow
You're not even here
Dear traveller>It's my death
My rhythm
My arithmetic
I got used to
Nobody ridin in the back
Sorrow blow.
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