Fine
• Written by RapConcept
The situation is this.
Time slips, my mind shifts when I rhyme.
The divine can kiss my behind.
A false lift to Nine.
I won't fall for the myth a second time.
I won't call to the bliss and present my prime.
Grow to resent the vine and show that it bent my spine.
Know that I meant to shine.
Protect what's mine but neglect was fine.
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RapConcept
Member since April 4 2015