the day he walked outta prison he didn't give a fuck, the rocks he went and ducked created discontent did he really care he made out like he was in the lion's lair because he made it out he was really gone he didn't give a fuck, cause he knew he was wrong smoking on the peace pipe drawing off the bong and when he got robbed he didn't give a fuck and when they shot him in the face he didn't give a fuck and when they cut him up he didn't give a fuck and when the loaded him in the drawer he didn't give a fuck you know why he didn't give a fuck?? cause he was dead and he didn't give a fuck.Birth sign: Aries
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