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Jun 2014
This one goes out for all the hip-hop heads, men with dreads, the guys on the street pumping lead.

The guys who need rhyme to be fed, or those who just show off their bread.

Those who listen for beats, either instrumental or the echo from ones chest.

For those who listen to fly, get up and lift up their frowns to those who listen just so they will not drown and

those who dance in ballrooms wearing evening gowns.

Those who blare it past 11, or hum it beneath soft breaths, we all have the same heart beating in our chests.

Music does not define you, but it can guide you, keep your mind and heart satisfied too and i am obliged to,

teach you the ways of this Thunder and being for if you can look deep into the core meanings, you can sense true

art in their thesis.
Written by
noah price  Cloud 9
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