Clap wit me

It's the words of your life

You know proof on repeat all day

Beat's by Taylor

Slim shady' so shady

Dropping bombs

Faster than you can say sabotage

Life's not what you think

If you've ever been

Through a storm

I think screaming so loud

While no one hears a thing

Doesn't make you weak

It makes you clean 

You've lost yourself

But somehow you found yourself

And somehow that was just everything

You'll look into the mirror

And see the last person you were

Before you became lost

And in that moment you'll be clean 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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