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Bye see ya when I see ya. Aint no other way to be me but be me silly wilily head bobin to the bubble of the beat just a splash in the face of reality Just keeping claim the storm has yet to come Later in the day the dark nites come ragin in just to see my beautiful face I stand in the mist of the storm Fear exists not in my eyes I hold the holiness up high palms facing indifference within I talk of myself y if not and wait for others I'll be waiting a lifetime I got too much to conquer before then
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