N O R T H $ T A R G H O $ T - GOD BLESS THE DEAD, IMMA SEE YALL AGAIN

Ataque a corda
Slowly running out of time, the reaper come to collect
When you've been dodging death all your life
He finally catch up when you go to catch your breath

When you least expect it to happen, it always happen to the best
I cannot stress it enough, it fucking depress me
When I go to pour the liquor out my cup
For all my friends and all my family who been stolen from us

God robs us blind, he steals the light from out our eyes
And leaves stranded in the night ugh
It just ain't fair, how that shit works
Living your life everyday to the fullest then a random turn for the worst

And then you just gotta deal
With the cards inside your hands that you been dealt
Sometimes I wonder why
I haven't crumbled under all the constant sadness that I feel

But then I remember that I've been built
To keep on rushing all this bullshit like nothing can kill me
Cause the pain ain't real
It's all over

Written by:
A$TRA UMOYA

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