I KISSED THE GROUND
They will drive miles to see me dead. They didn't show up on my dying bed. I reached out for their hands,which they repelled. I needed a six digit bill to save my soul. Now they spend double to bury my cops I had a second chance,but they chose to bury me alive. I kicked the bucket and kissed the ground. Now they are crossing mountains to see me dead.
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