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Jul 2014
A dead man can't carry his weight
I'm what matters. Its too late,
for the mistake, they are about to make.
Without my pointers, things don't calculate.
Me and my life sentence are like a columbine
when we combine, with the thoughts of my mind.
My headlines; greatest of all time.
until I manifest, I'm the best,
the futures written, the only way I lying
down the words, even when I die.
Styles
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Styles  NYC
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   Timothy
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