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It's partly an outlook on life, philosophy, and a code for how you should carry yourself. Teach your kids to hate, or give your kids hate, and they will never be able to love when they grow and it'll come back.
Oh... wait. That's thug life, not inner goth.
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Woke up with fifty enemies plottin' my death
All fifty seein' visions of me shot in the chest
Couldn't rest, nah nigga I was stressed
Had me creepin' 'round corners, homie sleepin' in my vest.
-Breathin, Tupac.
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