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probably be like "word my *****s, youre not really black but you can still be my *****s, for eternity, aight?"
tell a few certain friends how dope they are, write down what i want to get left to who... and then peace out in style (even tho im ghetto) who knows eh.. you cant really say, until the moment comes. and then when it does come your usually too awestruck to do anything except for disbelieve! |
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Oh, and yeah this topic is not exactly uplifting. "You will never see the Angels of Death so personified as in the eyes of the man who kills you." - Chris Walken in True Romance |