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Sep 2019
Hear this big man
hey! listen up big boy
its not about the posing
messing in make-believe
or hamming up the jive vibe
we are all in this sins pit together
and there we stay till due expiry date
don't bust your nuts at me getting het up
that's the game the Movers want us to play
put down your hands and engage that brain
see it straight an keep it real cause that's the score
pulling the fast moves and talking the ripe *******
is merely buying time to sell all promises of tomorrows
getting in my head ain't smart its your head you address
cause you fix that right you ain't going to need bother bout me
if you do it will be because you know we're brothers in common
the simple is made hard to confuse the simple so don't buy into that
we're all on point its how we wear our fatigues an our kits that shows
if we're prepared for the comings not in-fighting's between us recruits
The Generals and Movers above don't give a toss, they don't do front-lines.......
Yenson
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Yenson  M/London
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