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1974 by Sorez the Scribe
Hardly any Consider him a foe And if they did They aint here no more He considers them Silenced shadows Past gone beyond Justified sorrows Bucked beyond Molitov cocktails Fiery poisons toasted Rooftopped off of Nineteen seventy four Brooklyns New York's granted Avenues He remains True to Be Sorez The Scribe To this day Survived The carnage of past Being now being
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