Last breath
Enjoy life while you can, you never know what is going to happen.
Another day man
And my cousin is dead
But what do you care
All you care about is getting your bread
Money, money that’s all that goes through your mind
But your problems homie ain’t bigger than mine
This might not be your type of poem
But know it! That I’m speaking my mind
I talked to my mother and told her that I freaking hate lies
She hugged me and kissed me in the forehead and told goodbye
She once told me to enjoy my life because life is a vibe
Even people say that you only live once
But the truth is you live everyday and you only die once
Enjoy every moment, enjoy every laugh
‘cause your next breath might be your last
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