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I Control It


I control the what ifs . I can turn nothing into something .into hundreds , I can turn something into nothing . But Never will I have my pride so high where one can pass by and put me low I balance myself out and stay humble because I know what I can and can not do I'll make sure I humble myself before life forcefully humbles me .I rather be told that I'm better than what I think I am than to be told that I am not as good as I think.  I won't bite the hand that feed me nor will I let the one that does nothing for me give me advice. I know what I have and what I can get so those sins that others can't wait to see me make won't happen in this life time 

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