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May 2013
I watched the the print go from smooth lines to drips

Trying to focus, but I can't help watch the clock as it chimes and ticks

The floor was freshly waxed so I was bound to slip

How many more times could one fall in pits?

It was starting to feel like I was being rained on by bricks

Dug myself out of that ****

Ain't it clear I found my niche?

You still on the fence? What more I gotta do to convince?

I'm Gonna dice and mince

Words with some of the best

But from now on and ever since

Just cause I left the nest

They wanna slice me open cause I'm not like the rest

Just to make sure a heart beats inside my chest

-J.A.M
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