Fo sho
Yes the vets
Fresh ta death
I killed myself
The live
Feel Camell
From the Bay
To Illadelph
To where ya
Build and dwell
And if its
ill as hell
Please
Strive to face it
Peace
To my Tribe
In Anchorage
A las ka
Ya bastad
Mastad
Disatah
Like Apollo
Before
Aweful
Drago
So
My souls
Cold
As a Black
Russian
I match
My production
With potent poetry
Ish not stolen
You know its me
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