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I’m rising to the heavens even before God calls my number.
Some wanna see me fall like that chopped lumber.
So I don’t sleep, on me they’re in a deep slumber.
It’s a cold world so I stay numb “er”
My hunger,
Made me into a hunter.
All about action cause there’s no time to wonder.
until I’m Feeling like the 1st Sunday of Summer.
Diamond minded with the pressure I’m under.

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