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I once had a gang you know I thought it to be cool, manipulated by boredom i learned that I was a fool, f*ck kickin the bucket, imma kick the stool so the opportunity can not be taken so easily by you. It was a life of ease with exitement stuck in an edge, a mouse with cheese in a maze thats danglin on the edge, A life so ever eccentric an ever forsaken pledge. But no more fussin and whinin my life is not on the loose, Instead Im ridin the rappers train rockin in the caboose, The easily remembered trials form a hangmans Noose. yet As war breaks out all across the globe, my masters words be hittin me like a strobe, I guess I can not compete for the golden robe. When i heard his words i disreguarded them there, The thoughts runnin through my mind were it was over my hair, yet here I am standing on a building fifty feet in the air, I am filled with confusion cause i wasnt scared. now all that you experiance effects you by far, but your future in your fate is undetermined a scar, your second life will be changed by the person you are. All i ask today is you stand up proud, take a deep breath and shout out loud: "yo f*ck this life, Im livin the next, Me and my homies standing close yet speaking through text, and for all the other peeps who think life's all bout sex, you can die the worst death sign your name with an X"