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Dreamers


My lovers are my dreamers .. .. Optional world leaders . Haters can believe things we be doing , so we let them see it .. Yes we do .. ,
Gases that filled this music with holy toxic ,to unfold the the lies, and look deep with-in your hurting lives , To expose the ugly truth . I'm a champion , I work to hard , can't afford to lose . My name burns in your mouth like wasabi , or like my name, i come down from holy gates in a flaming Chair with flaming chains, to unleash and create worldly peace ,with my music , and poetic speech . Like Martin Luther king ...my dreams aren't just a slumber of my imagination ,no its a gift ,a taste of gods grate creation .. and that is positive inspiration , through my music of motivation 

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