A Light
In this life like a seven lane free-way.Through-out the four coners and each and every soul.
Slow lane to the fast, Fire waits the wayward.
Fire welcomes all, no prejudise involved.
You play, get taxed and front. You ever fell like a blunt?
Won't learn got to burn, well I'm gone!
Thanks for the light!!
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