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Feb 2013
Broke artis and this here not my day job...Poor Marvin...and some how I still work hard...Yet Starvin...To create something to feed y'all...burnt pockets...no change to make a phone call...Space rockets...That would be the mission...Good fuel...Feeding intuition...or maybe just a mule and take it old school...Grow my own Words...with my mind on the soil...I just make it taste good..Broke artis start to Spoil..
Written by
Quentin Briscoe
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