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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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