Seven gun shots, three taken,
now I sit permanently in this chair today.
I cant feel nothing,
paralyzed from my hips down to my toes today.
If I could go back in the day, today.
I'd take back all my thugish ways
and glamorous days to be able to walk today
but if we went back in the day
and you told me about my life today,
I'd tell you to go to hell I can't live no other way today.

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