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Mar 2014
This is the grid a battle between you and yourself in your mind against time lets you know war isn't sublime but this is subliminal makes you think more critical about you, your hopes and dreams are yours narrow and straight like a beam or dose it twist and turn like a water stream shaping the world as it says fits remember greatness isn't a quick fix it's something you build every thing you Want is at your finger tips use them at will  now soar nothing to something even the greatest mountain starter at the floor so when you can't it's all in your head think of it as a ingot your the blacksmith the best steel goes through the harshest fire that's what's been said only by beatin at it keep on keeping on till it's a fit   To what you envisioned in your mind now refine and perfect it on the grind
We were watching an inspirational video and it resonated with me so I made this as an ode to the grind
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Thisis A Pseudonym  26/M/Johannesburg
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