These are the solemn words of a nigga faced with decisions. To fail can cut deep, but the wait can really kill it. I erase the incisions. I have the game by the ears. Give the wax to the track. Tell the fame I am here. Mama told me "Walk with your heart in hand". "They don't believe? Then smear it on your sleeve." No matter how you fall, never fall to your knees because down there it will impair all you can see. Arguably, a woman can complete my picture. So, I'm working on getting down art to a tee.
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