You're in my heart, in my mind You're the star that always shine Forever be with me
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in my heart, you're in my mind You're the star that always shine you'll be with
Even independent cars ain't got one I got some and to spare No despair My motor-ware match my motivate to mate Also I to stay alive and ride this over there My so mad, so no alcohol in here I'm Aries Spears on my Jay-Z Affion on the skit Now how more can I make with just one voice They might call it fake some deep shit It's my me impersonatin' we Vicariously in every rap I with I hope speakin' for me, if I'm ever speechless Cause be you though you're not here to be with I hope I see these gangsters like teachers Wake up out they sleep, they dream And the world so Martin Luther
You're in my heart, in my mind You're the that will always shine you'll be with
And to my hero Heron, Gil In a discourse Baldwin On a jet plane no fear for fallin' But wishin' it lands Reminiscent of the time Presently en route to the rhymes of the machine times With coffee more sugar and milk than Aborted rhymes, beats, and failed hooks Roads as as braille books Fail cools, bad French, and mad at the door Gourmet food at the starving A choice of one easy at a time I'll take the hard way Trying to be as abstract as And vulgar, the more shocking the profitable A baby fed gold And sat upon a pedestal promote called 24 carot souls How to describe Insightful remarks as the best thing I've ever heard is silence Some more technically In a faux Spanish romantic of a Marxist dialectic Please to the critics, pointless is the common passerby Might as well not exist, not even a bit In the event of my demise everything I prize to the poor And to the oppressors, I a war And so on and so