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Nov 2013
Nothing is going right,
When it's all said and done i can't sleep at night,
Making my way through this ******* crowd,
It's harder to fight and make it your own,
The inspiration i had is pulled out of me now,
My ******* brain is blown,
Ha, over these walls,
Strait ***** to the walls,
**** this glock, strait to the head,
Popin this ****, killing the rhymes,
******* up now getting out pow.
Max Kays
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