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NEVER DISRESPECT A CATERPILLAR


When I speak the world's on hold, how could you speak your words so bold. You preach for the world so old, that you get impeached from a world so cold. How could it be, this is not my view. I thought being me, would make you proud. I guess you're use to me not making a sound. You want me to be silent like everyone else. Because when I speak, I rocks the bells. I put a show on for you offended elfs. Taking a shot at the world, without offending the girls. What could be worse, me not taking a bow. Or supporting other people who don't support themselves. I guess you're comparing me to someone else. Because I'm the type of person to speak on logic that makes you uncomfortable. I'm the type of person, people are afraid of, because of my honest notes. I couldn't hire a ghost, because I want to believe what I've wrote, and reap what I sow. If it wasn't for me, my poetry wouldn't be so dope. So take notes, so you can learn how to be a g.o.a.t, without a ghost. I pray for my deeds, so I don't sell my soul. The evil in the mirror says, I'm in the wrong road. Because I'm not speaking on topics that people want to hear. To the one's who don't like it, I'll always say I don't care. I rather speak the truth, then ever shed a tear. I would never lie to the world, from the problems that I've always feared. I just want to take a second to thank myself for being clear. Because if it wasn't for my poetry, I wouldn't be here. So if you think I'm wasting my talent on a topic you don't like, don't toon in. because my words are made to offend you. Not to please you. until the sun goes night. Imma always be Predicting the future with our world so bright. I will always speak my mind. I don't care If it doesn't sound right. Or may be a waste of time. Because imma always strike back, and ignore the replies. I'm more to define, then just a peice of mind. Keep that in mind, when you read my lines. Don't predict my work as a waste of time. It may change your life, within a blink of an eye. I'll always keep preaching to my supporters here, but know one thing. Never disrespect a caterpillar.
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