Motive
big dick swinging giving the world hell long as im breathing
sick flows run threw my head but turns into a muddy mess
thinking of comprehensible lyrics then trying to funnel em
out in a particular precise order is the equivalent to trying
to gather every single microbiological dust fragment
after a nucular explosion then sifting value from all grains
cant tell what is sand, dirt, marble, or swamp slime knowing
deep down im a diamond because even with an impossible
hurdle set before me im leaping regardless even if it was
predetermined im falling flat on my face going get up with
a grin from ear to ear picking asphalt out my teeth always again
over and over dont let the fear of falling keep you from jumping
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