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Dec 2019
Incandescent in shows with his fluorescent flows, an adolescent but so, he can sense the hoes, another influence, pursuing with his fluency, doing what few be viewing as wooing for the truth of immunity, the youth in community, he knew to cater to, without the labor that tries to favor impunity, somewhat a savior to you and me, cause later our behavior brought us blasting caps and raps that always chipped our tooth and lapped around these evil claps, we're puny see, though we cannot hide how we divide inside this tide though petrified, we abide by these ruins b, skewing, that's what's ******* me, spewing to unravel that collateral, damage to the unity, that opportunity now faces scrutiny, and soon to be, more than just a war, it's the morbidity core, take a spoon of me, and test infested pestilence, digest, divest defense of it's suspense to know he's making sense, tense, you will condense his chapter, dense, you'll more than scent disaster, rinsed, your thirst is quenched and soon this rapper claps and shares his laughter, after this, fracture is froze, and we're composed of the pose not as hoes, but eager to set goals, self-control of the felt, chosen flows.
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Cyclone  22/M/Houston, TX
(22/M/Houston, TX)   
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