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Dec 2019
I can't go missing cause I listen to the gun that made me show up, it pops off, I pop up and shot from the start, accurate enough to be better than what I aimed for, this is what I came for...distorted in the matrix, I enjoy my animation, and though my hype is patient, vibrant vibes are my vibrations, can't try to hide hating, someone taught you wrong, maybe cause they love to hate the love you hate to hide, forgiving all the Saints that beaten my boys down, they try to teach em how to be saints and never get complacent, plus they keep it on tape to make em remember the days of old, the wild wild west learns the ways of the ***** south, better watch our mouth next time, if we can collaborate we make it last forever, though we show em all our skills that prove we're better than we were, might injure each other we should expect the friendly fire, inspires us all to not retire as an enemy, we shall be higher.
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Cyclone  22/M/Houston, TX
(22/M/Houston, TX)   
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