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So many, burried peerz, throughout the yearz while pouring out liquor and beerz 4 all my homies that wasn't here. cant help but sheddin tearz at the cemetary makin me wonder if this loaded pistolz is neccesarry. even the preacher could c the pain in my muthaz eyez. while walkin bye, cant help but sympathize when brothaz die. maybe the pain will make the situation change. no murder 4 murder, our homicide will never end, this crooked game. bulletz is blasted, time pass, brothaz in maskz retaliation is the aftermath. all that remains is a corpse rapped in plastic. call up his mama tell her her baby's in a casket. no love 4 'em just put his body in the grave even the pistolz and all the prayaz couldnt sav'em look how they played 'em they should have murderd me when I was born. cuz now I'm caught in the violence of the storm. how long will they mourn me?
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