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BALTIMORE


Big body on the streets

nicest person you will ever greet

Although all nite i dream of flight

undetered by the bright light

Limitless if what my furture is

understood since i was a kid

To tomorrow i can't wait for a new day 

but may you not be the same as today

I wonder if i'm improving

or just wasting my time preparing my self for constant losing

Many taughts back to the streets of Baltimore

think and knowing it's just the beginning of my storyboard

Overlooking what i can 

seaching for a greener land

Reviewing my life avoiding the bland

never harming but teaching with my hands

Elite is what i am

above greatness is where i will stand 

 

 

 

 

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