Tell me what you think.
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And then...
I collected my head, erase the thoughts of bloodshed/
Imagine I'm not Damned, thoughts I'm protected intsead/
But the thoughts are wrong, now I face fate with dread/
Tha moments he said what he said, I knew the nigga was dead/
Now the situation is drastic, mind spastic in desperation/
Knees flaccid, Blood acid, I'm graspin for an explination/
Its my imagination. I'll be wakin, up all enthusiastic/
Deal with frustration. Why'd this fucka have to get sarcastic?/
Force my mind to embrace and start facing the facts/
Thoughts of all the shit in my life I just replaced with a Gat/
The exact plan unclear, my fear begins to come back/
So then I turn to dissapear, dunno how else to react/
And then...
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