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Feb 24
Hey Zack
Sup Gee
Wheres Pac P
Pac died
I arrived
1994 war
They bleach my skin
An create og an hoover
Rappers dying with rhymes
But
I was crucified
Zack died
So 2s Alive
Im in my prime
Set back 50
Fountain youthing
My youngins
Murders shooters
Drug dealers
Ex convicts
Tryna make a living
Tatted ****
I spoke 1st
They dissapear a *****
Crackafied
Daily i die
Still my pride
Bullet to the head
Numerous nations
Worlds greatest
Ferrior weapons
Alien technology
**** zee
Am i cloned
Explain these dreams
Lucid walking
Woke before waking
Wake me
World dying for the making
So ill be taken
Taking
Warrant Needs
Written by
ZACK GRAM  M
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