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Wednesday, August 11, 2010

I keep my vision clear as I take a step forward, never looking back at what I left somewhere backward.
This rap takes literary techniques to comprehend, yeah, cos I don't want you to understand.
This rap I dedicate to an individual, someone who is ma' close hommie, someone who has interests mutual.
I never wanted you to be philosopher, thinking hard at my lyrics, trying to decipher.
I just wanted you to fathom that I did desire to spit adulation, just wanted to show my own expression.
But negative yes on the alacritic flame, none of that for me, it was actually a game.
The ambiguity, of how this post was created, is based on was left on network, all accumulated.
I won't mention whether it is a dude or dudette, but I'll hope that you'll discern another duet.



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