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Jul 2015
Tried of the judging
Tried of the opinions that don't regard  to me
Or my personality
Assuming without any clear
Evidence keep em coming fuel to my fire
A trouble kid since a youngin in diapers
Was just trying to find a way
To be heard
We all want to fit with our peers this time and day
Afraid to be ourselves
So we put on a front
A disguise rocking a mask
To cover up
to hide
who we really are
I'm no Kanye
I'm no Jay
I'm me Rah
The chosen one
To be you ain't heard
Aim high pass the stars
Setting the standard high
Be **** you break em
To intact
Did a lot of planning
preparing
Rashad Damon hatcher
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Rashad Damon hatcher  Chicago/Tampa/Orlando
(Chicago/Tampa/Orlando)   
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