....and I looked and behold, a pale horse, and his name, that sat on him, was Death.
Johnny Cash. When the man comes around.
And now the end is near and so I face the final curtain.
Elvis Presley. My way.
Now you go your way baby and I'll go mine
Now and forever 'till the end of time
Buddy Holly. It really doesn’t matter anymore.
'Cause I've had nothing to live for
And look like nothin's gonna come my way
Otis Redding. (Sittin' on the) Dock of the bay.
How many brothas fell victim to tha streetz
Rest in peace young nigga, there's a Heaven for a 'G'
2PAC. Life goes on.
If I don’t see you in this world, I’ll see you in the next one….so don’t be late.
Jimi Hendrix. Voodoo Chile.
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