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I just want to point out that my brown skid-marked underwear that was issued to me in basic training did more for this country then Deadman. My fucking reflective belt has more time in service. My god damned boot strings have sacrificed more.
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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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