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I spit rhymes faster than these clowns can juggle. Its easy for the rich folks they dont know about struggle. Im in a tunnel tryin to get out before it crumbles. Ive got the golden rock in my hands theres no time to fumble. So i reveal a soul purified by the real. A saviour, who created earth and its nature. Im on a glacier tryin to balance my heart with the creator. Failure isnt a factor to me. Considered big, you couldnt match a tractor to me. John deer. My angelic poetry brings tears. To the ones in fear of the end being near. Verse atile: random thoughts with no specific flow
Posted on: Mon, 17 Jun 2013 06:18:22 +0000

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