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Who am I?


There's nothing to it gangsta rap did not make do it

or any other music genre in particular. This part doesn't make much sense because neither does my life right now

I act calm and mellow and let live go by

But my life is not a slice of pie.

Behind the pictures it is still me;

life is full of glee.

However rarely things are served on silver platters

but that's not all that matters.

Although I'm nothing special, I am human and I am satisfied with myself

one day I want see myself on the top shelf.

Right now behind those pictures I'm not much yet, I am no one.

But it doesn't mean it will stay that way, hopefully in future I can say, "I won"

Because my life journey to find myself and see who I am behind the filters has just began

And most of the tough decisions are gone

 

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