Why talk when I'm gone
Why fight when I'm out
Why lie when it don't count
Listen up here
We stand with no fear
Our decisions we steer
When one of us has an opinion we speak so you can hear
So on the last day on the bumps when I can't get up and I give up
I know the other will come and pick me up and proceed to tell me to keep going on up
So I know the next day I can still say sup
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