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Blu Exile Below The Heavens In Hell Happy With Your New Imaginary Friend

with a gun That I got from my pops top drawer When he left my momma twice in a week My momma lifeless and weak, spendin' her nights in the sheets With

limit to the goals that you could hold in your mind' Lift the soul when you crying 'till you reach the gates of heaven Like your chariot is carrying children

death is uncertain. One curtain left, and I'ma die with my gun bursting. Son cursing 'til I must become one with the Earth. Heaven and hell I conquer

s attention like I'm rippin' a concert So put your hands high 'til your arms hurt I walk the earth just like God works in mysterious ways Your spirits

when my Rhymes done. What a feeling when your life's done building And your chilling in your house with a wife, a few children Feeling like you struck a million. looking at your