Shaded Penny
One Job May Change My Life.
No buck can change face to save its life,
Funny thing is I'm not yet tryna find a wife,
Every May brings a Daisy that just isn't right,
Can't apprehend the meaning of a different light,
Whatevers wrong is not, it's just bereft,
Head in the pot too long, I have Cirrus clouds atheft,
A dream to go there and then come back,
An infinite shrug that never lacks.
Unpack it all or rack a stack.
Lead America, or I'll leave America.
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