Identity
First line
I'm already speaking rhymes
till i die
or the end of time
Quit? Never heard of it.
Please define
Workin' up this totem pole
no cloud nine
success is mine
Can't fail
My life's on this dotted line
Chances are at stake
Can't let them get me in a bind
They say take it a grain of salt, but this grain is extra fine
i consider it a miracle
I turned out lyrical
Not a failure
This desire fire you can't extinguish
Wick is lit
Can't stop
Til the day i drop
Can't afford to fail, cannot
I'm carpe-ing my diems
These opportunities may be the only one i got.
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