.Till it's gone!
Ey yo yo yo yo
It was the first shine on the day of my birth I enterd the earth blind,
Funerabole to everything I would first find,
Condition of beating nigga's having the wurst mind,
Becoming weak like we scavangers of the wurst kind,
From having nothing.
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