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my mentor


in my gucci flip flops

crusing down the street

out to get that bread, not about that wheat

mans pull up in some heelys

almost fell over pushing them wheelys

he asked me if i wanna learn

i said at the end of the day how much will i earn

responded with its not all about the money

its what will make you wake up with your soul bright and sunny

he then rolled off with such swag

them heelys made him move as fast as a jag

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