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Now I've woken up to reality, its feels like I'm still asleep. Still feels like I'm trapped in the illest dream, Shit is weet in the minds of these timid sheep. It's paradise and lif is the biggest beach.My inner deep as I step through these wicked streets, figures bleedin to death when my triggers squeeze. Killers dreams are in tune to the killers theme, sinners weep at the sound of my vivid speech. Practicin while other rest, young and vexed, livin' in the trail of my brothers nest, I was only young when i discovered love, yes. A romance we would hold hands in the lovers nest. Jesus bless me with my own wish, and that is to prosper and hold it, up fo the soldiers I roll with. I'm weak, feelin so sick, I know this life is fucked and I grin and gimace at mirror image, tryna deal with my inner feelings. My will is the illest, cause I'm still the realist. I'm done resting, so its time to start building bridges. Its the things I have to leave behind, I redifined my plans, and plan to free my mind. I feel inclined to read between the lines. Through the day what I seek to find, and what I seek to find is Mine.
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