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Dec 2014
MY FLESH WILL, ROT MY SONGS WILL NOT, MY WILL WILL STILL REMAIN, INSULT ME IF YOU WISH WHILE ALL YOU DO IS STAY THE SAME.
ITS ALL A GAME TO YOU, BUT IM A WORKER, WORK IS ALL I DO, YOU CAN LIVE HOW YOU WANT JUST CUZ PEOPLE LIKE TO LOOK AT YOU,
BUT DONT FORGET WHAT LETS YOU GET AWAY WILL FADE AWAY SO TAKE A BREAK & FOR THE PEOPLE TRY TO CRAFT A BRIGHTER DAY.
I'D HATE TO PROVE YOU WRONG & LIVE FOREVER IN MY MUSIC, BUT IT SEEMS THAT I BELIEVE SO WOE IS ME THEY'LL NEVER LOSE THIS,
THE LEAST THAT YOU COULD DO IS SADDLE BACK UP ON THIS **** & RIDE TO PRACTICE ALL THOSE ACTIONS YOU'LL BE DOING TO SUSTAIN YOUR LIFE.
Hooflip
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