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Strong

They say your idols become your rivals

I've come to preach a sermon for you like a pastor so grab your bibles.
 
One day you will meet your maker, so you better get casket sharp to greet the reaper.
 
Friends become enemies, trying to bring an end to me.
 
I got some angels around me that will cast you demons to defeat.
 
People come and people go,
 
They say time heals all wounds, but the pain dies slow.
 
I don't ever quit, I was taught to never let someone see you fail.
 
I was always told to keep fighting for the strongest shall prevail.
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