Being Me
I'm a simple individual. Smile like a criminal, but I'm a good guy. Different like a hetro-genius.. I came out of the fetus with a penis. Saying, "forget yall, and read this"! I'm too blunt maybe. Too dumb to hate me. Two dummys try to srew a light bulb crazy. All star in the making girls try to play me. I play withcha. So how you feel the switch up. One toan, one race, my voice, my face, you run, I pace, control I taste. Becausethe tortise always won the race. The mad hatter is not a collaborater. Like, that girl I had her. Then she went all Dark Vador. Saying " I disappear like matter''. Girl your black and it's night time. Wow I'm flattered. Overal I'm just being me.
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