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Oct 2014
I got no problems
Can't solve em
So I just let the **** be
Instead of it troubling me
Smoking that ****
Gives a kick of what I need
To my imagination and thoughts is the definition of speed
Because my mind starts to race
Can't catch it or even stay with it in a stead pace
Keeping stress in the mind
Creates it to be blind
Where I'm lost and can't find
The reason I'm on this planet
Still confused and I want to panic
But I can't complain cause I wasn't the one to plan it
To go to school and be called lame
Because my swag is different and isn't the same
From yours?
Nah homie I don't wanna attract ******
I wanna girl who's imaginations is bigger than an inspiration
Of what she wants to be after graduation
TrueSun
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TrueSun  San Antonio, Texas
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