Where the good people are stuck in something like the matrix
And niggas do not care
I walk and try to warn
The modern Revere
Life seems to be moving
Is anyone there
I brave through the bereavement
With all my demons near
Every crisis I created
My mind; the trials of internal insinuations live there
I sense the kiss of the Grim
Though God told me the end shouldn't be feared
Death has become my friend
After all it is life that we live that we leave here
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