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• Written by Beyonder
with my black hair, my brown eyes, and white skin,
loved playing around, but never got thin/
running around I lost a few pounds,
I grew up with a couple of fond memories/
some of them heckled me, when I get nostalgic,
I'm treasuring a dead relic, I couldn't sell it/
time to man up, get my plan up, not willing but I gots to attack dawg,
not letting this go, because who ever said yo,
you aren't blessed from the getgo, your spirits is the ghetto/
the projection of your reality, you live through casually,
let just say, manually you can't handle me,
please let me establish thee, in the things you haven't seen,
an author with authority but very keen,
I'll be prejudice like paula deen, the things in my life I have seen,
a martian martyr bowing to the same Father/
Fell to an addiction that ruined a live mission, put my own will in a submission,
my vision, the friction, of my spiritual collision/
when you know better do better, I'm talking mind over matter,
loved ones over cheddar, live passes by once, get her!
Because when you're in the dark, love is the sun, matter a spark,
I'm trying super hard like clark, the villainous Kent lose to the dark side,
the villainous Kent lost to the darkseid...
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Beyonder
Member since November 9 2014