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Chill


I'm a chill girl in a world full of hate

Tryna find patience racin to get this diploma

But findin it harder to push through the day like somebody shoulda

Warned her

Thought I was saved movin up frm militant streets to militant beats

Only to get caught up in academic militant feats

I refuse to indulge in my vices

N consume the food the devil slices

And serves on my plate.

I rap first then think late

I laugh about facts now and never cry late

I'm the main debater in the world full of hate

Irate about the fact that mothafuckas can't relate. 

How often do u create

And take what's more worthwhile

Rather than what's more futile?

Ineffective in the selection while the reception is more

Or less than

The production of short intellect

5/26/2013

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Atlas Cortez

Hayward, CA. Philosopher, artist, mental nomad.

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