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Womb To the Tomb
From the womb to the tomb,
I write my whole life,
Form the day I was born
Until the night I die.
I never ask to be born,
But I know this still exist;
A man who many scorn,
That hardly ever even did this.
I grind for little man,
And the hood then me,
Thosw who oppose can
And cop your own plea.
From the womb to the tomb,
I write my whole life,
Form the day I was born
Until the night I die.
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