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fever pitch
the
no
that wicked don't sleep
they clap for our wrong acts
you good tho and
it's crickets
the crowd so pact
In fact dem rude bwoy and dem loud
sen see we send them who rack facts
load the trunk with heavy
this a ode to the pety
feed em coal
watch em burn
they want a leader
time to learn
six aces
I Nevar fold
just in case the old
door become poor of respite and late at night whilst crying over life and my past wife
how my pain changed her
miles away or gone
knocked on my chamber
o forgotten lore
or hit rock bottom the rotten despots oft leave dots after...