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May 2017
My heart is fluid
I know my composition
I throw rhymes down
I call it an affliction

My soul is water
I can hold any position
The words that I spit
You know is ****

Yea

The minds that I rip
The time that I grip
Kendrick got me going....
Marcus Belcher
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Marcus Belcher  36/M/Pelham, AL
(36/M/Pelham, AL)   
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