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Yeah, yo
You were that foundation
never gonna be another one, no.
I followed, so taken, so conditioned,
I could never let go.
Then sorrow, then sickness,
Then the shock when you flip it on me
So hollow, so vicious, so afraid
I couldn't let myself see
That I could never be held, back or up,
no, I hold myself.
Check the rep, yep, you know my mine well.
Forget the rest, let them know my hell.
There and back, yet my soul ain't sell.
Kept respect up the best they fell.
Let the rest be the tale they tell,
that I was there saying...