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Thirst comes in the time of death…
Death is undefeated for the most part!
They say death comes in twos, maybe threes. When it hit home that shit hurt.
What’s worst is when family becomes snakes, backstabbers, liars, and deceivers.
Death seems to accompany me,
All these years, It Started with me grand pa, then a slew full of peers.
A few of my cousins met death on other side.
Death is like a jit with a draco hanging from a ride!
Death is bring heat like the sun beam no lotion, motion of existence is filled with aftermath and commotion.
The notion of life after death is like a caterpillar to a butter fly, I see that family can be gnarly in the time of death. Steps to relate to someone that lost someone when shit ensue for benefits, when it didn’t fit the narrative of time. Family will go crazy over a dime, not a bag of nickel, the mood is sour like a lemon dill pickle.
Protect your family and families legacy so it won’t die with you in vain.
