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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.
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Jul 9, 2014
Jul 9, 2014 at 9:58 PM UTC
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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.
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Jul 9, 2014
Jul 9, 2014 at 9:58 PM UTC
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