Highs

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That's my life.
Zap like an attack from the back of the knife.
Black like a crack in the ice.
Trapped, strapped by the lies.
Tracked by spies with a map of the skies.
Grab the disguise and rap to the highs.

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RapConcept
Member since April 4 2015

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