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May 2015
Don't stress too much,
You fear death so your death is near,
You scared and confused,
Don't know ****, but you about to loose
Trying to stop the prophets
Is like trying to stop the master of puppets
You really think the devil don't exist
Let me give you a taste of this fist
Straight to the chin, upper cut,
Better check nuts,
Get booted kicked in the ****,
Send you flying lighting struck,
The girl I uplift, is special,
I don't desire any harm upon her,
I truly want the best for her,
Nothing more, I don't want to watch her lost
Get tossed around by this filthy world
Has nothing good to offer,
But constantly reminding you,
To ignore your imperfections,
Leading you the wrong direction,
My care is born out of love my dear,
If you need to talk I'm hear
Maybe not near, but I'll lend you an ear
Remember I'm a rabbit with big ears
From far I could hear, cheer up pretty lady
I can't ever be mad at you, maybe upset
For my stupid regret of ever leaving
Your precious side,
Let's ride to the day we die,
Let's fly, and never say goodbye LoL
For my angel....
Santiago
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Santiago  My Gerber Baby
(My Gerber Baby)   
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