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Cross over with the red sun dieing.

Said "No!" but I still kept trying.

Might be crying, fighting for glory.

I just hope i don't end like a mayan.

And i'm sorry i ain't trying to be rude.

But when your constantly trying to turn me off like a tube.

It's hard to understand with a gun in your face.

And with you sucking out my life like a baby and a boob.

So raise your fist we run this shit.

He try and make a scene when you call him a bitch!

But what'll he do when he's faced with a death.

He'll open his eyes stead of "seeing" through a slit.