Wonders
My Life, where do I begin; sometimes I feel like I don"t belong in this life of sin, to relax, I vent with this pen; Lightskin Brotha with a motive to win; I'm an originator, manipulator, game changer; with hair that's nappy and clothes that's tacky; 5'7 with a dream of going to college and getting cream; a dollar and a dream is what it seems; Born January 28th 1997; A king from Heaven ; One of wonders like seven.
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