Flat out spit yeah I got it like dat hahah.

I stare into cold space

I don’t know where this place

everywhere I look I see face

my feet start moving it feel like I am in a race

I think to myself must  I continual this pace

Why must they all dis

Don’t they know

when I throw a blow

That I never miss

My blow is like a kiss

soft and tender

Make you wounder

when it hit you it’ll feel like thunder

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