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Its a learned skill


Ay yo so wassup?

Oh i may have just confused some of yall

Normally my vocab would hit the page different

More like Hey how are you

For those who were lost 

You catching on

Aight check it 

I have hid the hood 

On a daily 

For most of my life

I can see the whéls turning

Hood? You sure?

 

I know i look kinda white 

And to be type honest

Thats my fault for lying

This floor beneath my feet

Its called a stage 

Understand and come correctly

I own the ground beneath my feet

I will steal any stage 

I own that shit now 

 

Learning how to take a stage uneasy

Its a leaned skill

When sweat beats down your head 

Its a learned skill

When your throat drys up 

Its a learned skill

When hands shake faster than a leaf in the wind

 

Its a learned skill

When your knees buckle

Its a leaned skill

Pushing through and showing what needs to come is what matters 

Giving people what they paid for. Important

The engagement of the viewer very important.

 
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