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Jan 2015
Every since I touch the pen, I been cursed
Thinking to myself, how can I destroy this verse
My vision comes with a blueprint building my operations was just a newprint
They say I was a accident ready to happen
Until I came out that lagoon like a I'm water dragon
Respect, respect, respect, been taking notes since 2008
Recover that fumble and wrote my way through the county of humble
My heart was shattered but was replaced with laughter
Ambulances came too late on that date
This day I converted from unspoken to spoken
Life now is such a token ain't nothing gonna make me feel broken
These minutes I'm a suspect of poetry and a suspect of potential
Marcus Tate
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Marcus Tate
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