Most my lyfe ive lived in tha fast lane without a moments break ta appreicate tha bond we made, an as realizaltion struc ta my reality my sanity began ta fade. Tha thought of u no longer here on earth neva crossed my mind, yet here we stand at these crossroads tryna catch up but Cant fight watt was already written in tha sands of tyme, i must let u go before i get lost in tha past holdin on ta tha memorys knowin da deniel will neva last. An father u gave me a fair warning of tha streets an im sorry ta say im tha oppsite of everythang u wanted me ta be.
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