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Dec 2019
A man's plans ******, he scrams as he scribbles, his autobiography automatically, obviously, he knows he's lost, the loss from a curse, even worse this was ever since his birth, momma never seen it, daddy never knew it, plus I'm adding to it.. I should stop should I?, I'll just illustrate it further, I was authorized to do so, no ***** work, it's as clean as it comes, you know it's real as you come and go, the deadliest flow, for the one's that deny.. they wanna know how, well I'll let you know why-we traded places going to the lowest of the low, you know, below these hoes we will be sold, behold free gold is fake, qualities they take make it look as if it's squeaky clean till the freaks come out as green in the night, the light of day coming right away, you will die today, can you hang?, you won't come close, being sneakier than most, specimens of this regime work as if they're down to earth, but they're alien to me, I came to find, they're not one of my kind, just the powers that can be that could see me as blind, have a good time but mind me, as being sober, fit to pass this test as I look over my shoulder, I can't keep it low-key, this ignition gotta know me, I'm the definition of high drive in those streets.
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Cyclone  22/M/Houston, TX
(22/M/Houston, TX)   
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