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I woke up early on my born day 17 Pristine in many ways Trying to keep the same i Melee I may lay on my bed thinking of ways Cream comes and make haste To Praise God for 365 days I've striven to rise like yeast In heat of the day soles melt to my feet I defeat evil directed towards me Direct my screenplay i pray that Godly Thoughts stay present In the present and future Present the cooler version Older wiser less newer Schooling keep my thoughts college so my stupor Never appears I keep ahead of the game Unlike Koopa A coup or sedan in the future i plan Aston Martin's I'll starting All white like the Klan Job at Nasa Unseen disasters Blasted past to reach a better tomorrow Faster Catching dead presidents in caskets Lastin for 3 generations so I'm passin Success in checks that be massive Clean oral And the morals credited like plastics