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Your enemies are coming

The way you holding that gun

Don't shoot yourself in the foot

How hard to forgive if they took your innocence and they broke it

How hard to forget if the memory don't become a memory

When they're dead wrong, it don't matter what they do

Mama told me you can pray for them

Every wrong is a temporary bruise to your temporary blues

When they cemetery you, will the stench bury too

I forgive you