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Mar 16
Ah do ya know
Uh whatcha want?
Money fortune fame
Oh ...oh....
So you wanna risssssssssse
Above this mess
By emulating the very things
That perpetuate
The state we're in
Gotta cause a big sceen                  
Gucci Louie Prada
That'll cost ya
Lost ya
You can't see,
day dream.
Meanwhile broken hearted back at the ranch he sat motionless on the edge of an old stump and stared blankly at the green grass on a warm august eve,
Alone .......waiting.................wasting.............the rest of his life.....
Delton Peele
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