I would trade my existence to give you breath,
Guess the only guarantees in this life is death.
As I look around seein’ I’m the last one left,
And the things I can’t change I just gotta accept.
Tragedy, “Permanently Scarred,” Against All Odds, 1997
Tag: Against All Odds
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See, my Mom chose dope, my Pop chose the pipe.
So I rhyme like a triple beam balance in life.Tragedy Khadafi a.k.a. The Intelligent Hoodlum, “Permanently Scarred,” Against All Odds, 1997