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Feb 2010
Paranoia through my veins,Glowing for some light,Because my heart is saying prepare for a fight,A run for life, A run from a gun,A gasp at a knife,A hope for the sun,A hope the blows would stop,Hey mom; I just got robbed.
Written by
Wayne Mitchell Jr
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