Find my purpose on the surface of this Earth, this Planets standards to me they have no purpose Campaign in vain for the same lame fame You obtain, you ought to be detained By the hip hop sheriff, locked up No possibility of getting out cause the shit you make is killing me And my ears, and my peers I hear the end is near, no fear We disappear, then reappear again in a fresh new light I hope its peaceful and cloudy, cause if its not, we gotta fight like....... - Big Boi
Posted on: Sat, 11 Oct 2014 06:38:42 +0000
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