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Intro. The streets taught me to be as strong as possible... Not crying for nonsense... Facing suffering with courage... Living, suffering and dying... But always fighting for gold... And happiness... , my God, how good it is to be a loka life. One day I'm going to die, after all everyone will die, they'll bury me, a very crazy farmer will fertilize me and turn me into a beautiful marijuana plant. Only then will I be able to know that, even after I am dead, I will continue to make up your head! " nice babe my name is FB.

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