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Dec 2019
Whether high tide or low tide, results are off the strategize method that was hectic, they get skeptic but accept it, if I wreck it then you fetch it, peep the game and how it's taught, break the Billy bad ***** that was caught, hot, selling rocks, can I stop, no it's just the way that it must occur, if the world was perfect from my birth this wouldn't be how I slur, don't differ, just hear these words, spirit words brought from up high, most don't understand the meaning cause it's scheming their minds, so what's to do when they will sue the truest words in due time, well only speak when it is needed, meaning all these true times, cause blue times ain't cute times, testing, stressing true minds, can I head for good times, where I'm only spitting loose rhymes, I'm too blind, but will find, those popping chopping days ahead of me, goal is the whole mission to get given what's been said to me.
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Cyclone  22/M/Houston, TX
(22/M/Houston, TX)   
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