05/03/2020
Leisure is the mother of philosophy. 🎬
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•{NIGGAS ITCHIN’} 🚩
Sittin’ back; thinking how to write a book. 19 and black; whip up magic to cook. Veggie sticks and stones. Break words like iPhones. 47 degrees; 6th dimension cyclones. Love plus peace plus hope. Wash sins out ya mouth; listerine and soap. Speak truth about slaves. How to untie the rope. Eat well don’t dwell. Eat cantaloupe. And don’t swell. 🎌
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I’ve seen many eyes in my life. I ain’t Billa Muffin. I can’t have one wife. I’m too busy fighting off death. With a cutting edge scythe. Word to old spice. Pallet town is the starter. Still dreaming up my universe; push farther. Help schools for generations. Including the charter. You know these ni**as with it; go harder. 🏴
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Go ahead back pivot. Talking dreams like Libby-Lou. I have to go and live. These days time is money. I ain’t got a single digit. I know my anime. Hey what can I say. My heat was cut off. So I’ve got a plan today. 🏴☠️
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My programs a toe-jam. Peanut butter jelly time. Call the homie BAM. By any means. I’ll get out my clam. Light color sound love: Tripstergod spam. You can hate my life. I don’t give a damn. Pretty soon the world. Will see my we**am. 🏳️
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Remember mountains full of copics. Social media topics. Ni**as poppin’ pills like. They cypher up for Bop-It’s. F**k yo ugly Jordan’s. I can draw my own kicks. Sick Clan in yo system. Yo hair is full of ticks. I know my s**ts trash. You’re use to basic rhythm. Your squads too metallic. I wonder who went and picked ‘em. 🇺🇸
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So I synchronise my watch. Turnt it up a notch. Swerving over bi***es. Like the path was hop scotch; valuable crotch. 🏁
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•[1/22/2017] 🇨🇭
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