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GONE


Born with a heart of gold,it must be told, about me.. I couldn't see once upon a time, completely blind as a B-A-T... Without wings and things to carry me on my way.. Still I pray to the Lord above,say thanks for another day.. Okay,got no time to play or even lay on a couch to chill.. Because there's too many vacant spots in my life, I need to fill.. For real, I feel like a ferris wheel,on side of a hill alone.. Or like a magic trick, now you see me. Now you don't, cause I'm GONE.
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I've been in to music for thirty years and I have become a serious songwriter. I write different genres of music. Hip Hop, RnB, soul, and Inspirational..

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