Music
Music is my life but there's no genre to that
I spit rhymes and send vibes but i get no payment for that
People view my music differently because I am not black
But at the end of the day i brush em' off and kill all my raps
My mind is weapon and I shoot to kill
Matters not the color of your skin when you have skill
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