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I Am The Nine


Words are the bullets but my mouth is the trigger. Test Me! Speak the cold truth and never a burning fire of a lie. This is who I Be I Am the Nine. The mindset of a Glock ready to cock back and release the painful truth. Rather to have a painful wound than a sweet bandage of a lie that can over time hang loose. Hang loose to reveal the light that's been hidden in the shadows I am Wounded. Wounded by the inhuman words that can pierced a deadly soul They?!. Friends, Family, Strangers. An easy target of being young and naïve, never would've thought that I. becoming a somebody. Wanting to hate those so much but decide to send a Thank You! Everyday is WAR and I'm always prepared. Mama didn't raise no fool. My bullets are soaked with wisdom to make you see. Even though the truth that I speak spears through your flesh that wisdom will heal those wounds oh so quickly. My bullets are unlimited, they are my jewels. Ready to set fire for whoever challenge me to a duel.
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