"My mac is my life, why is yours a gun son? Why do you wanna be a bum? Get like this, get your gun. You'll never win you'll never be sprung, can't dilate your life if your eye's will never open son. Thats real, that's young. Go out in the tree's, get your gun. Not that gun son, the gun of your tongue. Remember me? I was that line of symmetry, negative next to that tree. Best believe that made me, Me. Characteristic's of a real MC, believe God is your line of symmetry. You'll always be him and he'll never be you, hell is not a place for you to grasp, and be glued. Forever, never under that gun. Hell is where murder's are from, not the gun. Believe, theres a son."
A story
-G Brady
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