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    My mind high as Dubai's cealings
    Write harder, than a kid's graffiti art written along the side of a brick building
    Good things, come if you wait
    I been rapping with patience
    Eff'd up state of a nations mind
    Call it Californication
    Vision photogenic, just picture the latensification
    Foreshadowing patterns crafted for those who lack the equations
    Beat a whole track up, they barely bruise or abrade it
    I break it
    They the table to my Dudly Boy renovation
    Re-arrange the fortification for all the fake ish
    Burning trees in tree forts
    Fly as Clark Joseph Kent's cape is..
    Flow, tight as braids get
    Or Hypertensive veins
    Life is short
    Save a that big prayer for our day and age
    We're lost
    No GPS's
    Just some sheep without a shepherd
    Pressure pushes us to think that our equals become our lesser
    Beef is cooking up, the media is just the salt and pepper
    Fall head over heels today, steady tryna catch forever
    Never look down to the floor, gotta follow the clouds
    Don't be one more, out there tryna follow the crowd
    Be a shooting star, reload when you get low on ammunition
    Most don't ever make it far, no cardio to go the distance
    Sometimes I really wanna run away
    But I sort of feel too at home, just hit and running the game
    They tell me life's a wild ride, most of us roaming roads with no registration
    Streets hold our dreams, prone to unfold these unknown destinations
    Behold, I see my break
    Future illume through stained glass
    8th grade, one brain and pencil orchestrated nameless pads
    Erased everyday problems
    I cracked the codes of fate's math
    Got my back off the wall, with hopes of replacing it with plaques
    Be the first to change my past, be the last to place in second
    Bout to take it to the max, all my training remade these tracks
    Air Jordan flows
    Now gravity can't even hold me
    Pass the microphone, I'll show you what it is to relive the oldies'
    Golden age era, now days its karats gleaming
    Crayola mind
    Mine think like feathers on the skin that parrots be in
    Never cease to believe in goals even if I cant reach em'
    Cuz the hope keep cares at bay, like islands in the Caribbean
     
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    Nice, I'm digging that!
     
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    Most definitely, I'm down. Just let me know when