Fellas, bottle that shit and send it to me. I'm telling you, it's delicious. I tried my own, but they don't work. Maybe later we can exchange survivor stories and drink each other's tears?
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Woke up with fifty enemies plottin' my death
All fifty seein' visions of me shot in the chest
Couldn't rest, nah nigga I was stressed
Had me creepin' 'round corners, homie sleepin' in my vest.
-Breathin, Tupac.
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