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Jan 2019
Ring ring...

Ring ring... hey it’s your future calling

Yes, I know that everything ***** and it feels like your falling

But just remember that I’m kinda like a spoken freestyle, I’m not writen in pages

As the spoils always go to the victors, not to those trapped in their own cages
Written by
John Mendoza  24/M/Brooklyn, NY
(24/M/Brooklyn, NY)   
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