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I watch the water fall and I hear your call coming in. I knew you as a friend and you taught lessons that'll last 'til the end of my sin. We met in high school as young lost souls.
This is to my boys, The ones who call me shawdy I’ll always remember you, And one of my treasures you’ll be Tats and goldchains, Pants saggy and free. Will always be a lesson