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Six million ways to die, choose one

This land is still, my home

This land is still, my home

Out by a shanty, where the dust hangs high

Far from a river where things grow green

The flowers weep and they lean away

From the blood stained soil beneath my feet

Uh, all this pressure gon' be the death of me

Fake love killin' my energy

I been thinkin' about the memories

Pour some liquor for all my enemies

Pour some liquor for all my dead homies

R.I.P I'll see you there homies

I pray I meet you at the crossroad

Sooner or later only God knows (only God knows)

What it do though? (Do though?)

I never thought I'd pull up in a two door

I was rapping for fun but now it's fruitful

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