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13 O'Clock

I'm waiting on my number the lucky thirteen, that's when i'll hit it big and be gone from this scene. I've got lots of talent and it won't be much longer, till 13 O'Clock strikes then i'll be much stronger. So far it hasn't come yet the opportunity does get near, and it always get's so close but it never actually gets here. Thats okay though my moment's around the corner, it'll be any day now it's getting warmer and warmer. I could make my move now but that wouldn't be smart, I gotta wait for that thirteen the perfect time for me to start. Good luck to everyone making risky moves now, I'm waiting for the jackpot Don't know when or how. So 13 O' Clock success is where I need to be, you've never been out before but time to come around...for me.
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demetri-kirkland
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Nov 18, 2010
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