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Being Real


This is my dream

Performing on stage with thousands and thousands of people 

All around the globe, hope that's what I would do

What's wrong with singing, rapping, can we all be equal?

I believe that anybody can do anything with their lives

For me, I want to rap and meet all my future fans and dance

I don't care about the money, watches, chains, jewelry, all that stuff

What does rapping mean to me?

I tell you, it's just like poetry because there's no hurry 

Just want to see beautiful people and perform my heart out 

Music is my life, why can't I just go for it?

Rapping is my #1 talent and nobody will never tell me what I can and cannot do

The show must go on

 

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