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I really stop picking fights
With the ghosts of my
While I'm rolling with the
I'm not sure how long I'm gonna

Pour salt on the open
Love the ones that you, say

I really stop picking fights
Or I'm regret this

Every decision brings a vision of what went
Down with rounds to with

These memories me
I'm starting to it's my life
Flashing before my
Every man in a hood is a scythe and creeping
In the of my eye

I really stop picking fights
Now the specters are
But I'm smiling through the bruises, and blood
Laughing and

Pour salt on the wound
the ones that hurt you, say

We are not let it go

memories haunting me
I'm starting to think my life
before my eyes
Every man in a is carrying a scythe and creeping
In the of my eye