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I heard my mother cry, I heard her pray the night Chicago died.
The beautiful thing about life is when something bad happens, and three days ago you would have broken down and cried, because there was nothing left, but today you brush it aside, and you walk that bitchin' walk you do.
Because how you see life is how hard you look (or don't look) at It.
The beautiful thing about life is when something bad happens, and three days ago you would have broken down and cried, because there was nothing left, but today you brush it aside, and you walk that bitchin' walk you do.
Because how you see life is how hard you look (or don't look) at It.