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2006-01-27 19:24

My Mission

Guns, murders, drugs and self destruction
My mind is corrupt from all i’ve heard, seen and done
I’am so confused, breathless, my life is gone
Feeling like a fallen man, my life is cursed
Known it since my 30 hour birth
My mission is to make pain and loneliness
No one can change me, I am lifeless
My word will be spread like the bible
I’am waiting for the calling, then i’ma storm your gates
Like cuban’s did from the bananboats
I will make you my slave, then burn you with the mark of Rabbiz
I’am going to make a diffrence for once
But i feel my body fade away, but i don’t figth back
I want to die laying here knowing i have succed
I’am out of breath, my name will live thousands of years in legends
My eyelid feels heavy, my soul flys from my naked body
Died having sex with my slave women

You keep believing, I'll keep evolving