I keep a bump in the night, in fear that i might, die in my sleep. Im reaching my peak, pushing these mic's. Alive in the streets. I exsist, the mark of the beast. born on the 6th, no crucifix, I'm falling too deep. Stuck in this drought, with no way out, hear my plea! - Post by Mack152 on Boldomatic

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I keep a bump in the night, in fear that i might, die in my sleep.
Im reaching my peak, pushing these mic's.
Alive in the streets.
I exsist, the mark of the beast.
born on the 6th, no crucifix, I'm falling too deep.
Stuck in this drought, with no way out, hear my plea!

I keep a bump in the night, in fear that i might, die in my sleep. Im reaching my peak, pushing these mic's. Alive in the streets. I exsist, the mark of the beast. born on the 6th, no crucifix, I'm falling too deep. Stuck in this drought, with no way out, hear my plea!

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