A vida não é um destino, é uma viagem.
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É isto.As I walk through the valley of the shadow of deathI take a look at my life and realize there's nothin' left‘Cause I've been blastin' and laughin' so longThat even my momma thinks that my mind is goneBut I ain't never crossed a man that didn't deserve itMe be treated like a punk, you know that's unheard ofYou better watch how you talkin' and where you walkin'Or you and your homies might be lined in chalkI really hate to trip, but I gotta locAs they croak, I see myself in the pistol smokeFool, I'm the kinda G that little homies wanna be likeOn my knees in the night, sayin' prayers in the street light
Odeio as almas estreitas, sem bálsamo e sem veneno, feitas sem nada de bondade e sem nada de maldade. NietzscheDebita aqui algum bálsamo.