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Dec 2019
Back against the wall, running into blocks stop me dead in my tracks, seeing ghosts catch me though I ride plenty deep, hard to sleep!, analyze battle cries, tattoo tears, I wash away with the holy water, not cursed by preachers that baptized me in this game, I was a game manager that sought to prevail, my game fails if my ears sense thunder under stress, my opponents love this test, what's to know!, or show I'm aggressive- with the pace of spoken words so soft and subtle, it's hard to get em fast enough, I picture them as being last words, beginning to make sense when it's all said and done, patience brother, cause our mother hasn't let go, for we must hold on and take our time, for what we know can't outshine our intentions, and plus my comprehension, recalls me naive I forgot to mention, another humble break fore I break loose, I know it feels uncomfortable but yo, it's no excuse, can't have it how I want it, I wanna help you understand it, and I hope GOD surely planned it, you're a player, play on player and play your role, the integrity within your soul, I can't control.
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Cyclone  22/M/Houston, TX
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