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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