She told me to pray for her, she told me to just hold her hand through the battles, battleships attacked by verbal socialites. I tried to pick up the pieces, instead i pricked 3 fingers and bled on the way to slappin some pricks. Im gonna forgive because the God in me says so, i wanna speed off in a black coupe with no roof, rain hittin my face not caring what the world thinks of him. Plenty put to rest in a city in the Midwest, Chitown, you better ask Jesus to give you back your street's, theirs strentgh in community and unity, not guns and blood, it sickens me.
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