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Guns, knives, nickel, and dime bags is what they spit when talking about riches to rags and I recite this line to not just show what is on my mind but to get down to the bottom line
See the word of rap is like puppet strings on the minds of the youth, telling them what to do, when to do, and how to do “it” and I will not be a part of "IT"
I will not be a part of this new apocalypse, making my lips, recite the lyrics, to promote the business and therefore I hold up my fist to distinguish power between those who chose to extinguish the mind of young kids and this small intelligent lyricist creating a new movement
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I'm just down to earth, on earth like everybody else it's just that my words are out of this world and come from a different planet. I'm 5'3 but I have a tall imagination Black and Indian I don't write to get noticed I write to help notice problems I face and what the world face today
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