Thought III was everthing, thought III was the shit, the hits, star on the rise until my friend took a rise so high. Everything built around me, my Life, my World, my Talent, my Gift until III looked around and my friend took a rise so high. Together we sat in million dollar homes with just the 2x4's standing along side a lake in the backyard day dreaming. Dreaming talking to each other, pointing out where the kitchen would be, this room will be the bedroom. As I looked around all I saw was an empty floor plan, how will we do this ringed inside my head. Everything was built around me until my friend took a ride so high without me...
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"Rise To Die" writings by Felicia Baker
Thought III was everthing, thought III was the shit, the hits, star on the rise until my friend took a rise so high. Everything built around me, my Life, my World, my Talent, my Gift until III looked around and my friend took a rise so high. Together we sat in million dollar homes with just the 2x4's standing along side a lake in the backyard day dreaming. Dreaming talking to each other, pointing out where the kitchen would be, this room will be the bedroom. As I looked around all I saw was an empty floor plan, how will we do this ringed inside my head. Everything was built around me until my friend took a ride so high without me...
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