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Jan 2015
I found myself behind the wheel of a large automobile
A body kicked back in my trunk I drove off to the hill
****** wasn't in my plan but ****** came to be
Murdered Man was no stranger it's not like he just came to me

At the hill I dump the body sorely trying in vain saying I'm sorry
But a vessel without a spirit and a soul is literally really just a body
Still I'm saying sorry to the body while using my shovel I'm throwing dirt
When you know who Murdered Man was you'll be knowing why I'm hurt

I get myself behind the wheel of a large automobile
My body chills my mind fills with regret driving away from that hill
The Murdered Man was my Innocence that I had no intention to ever ****
But now my Innocence is gone because I buried him beyond in that hill

Guard your Innocence I say

Yeah if you have it still

Guard your Innocence everyday

If you still have it still
Biko Dylan
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Biko Dylan  Gauteng
(Gauteng)   
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