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Kola

I'm to Loni Listen Smith
Listen
Loni Smith and Lin
They sorta share a common
And if you spend enough
to me
Then this is you'll find
my mind's contents
It reads like 13
The
The Kama
Morrison, La

Mansa
Monch & Pharoah Sanders
It seems I got low
And high
Seems I got
That defy
If you rich while I was starving
me
How are we
I'm like a throw-away-blue
Like God's draft of the sky
it up for something new
And if you got somethin'
Than I'm to you
If you got better
Than I'm to you
I let the beat
When I'm to you
I'm

I
to records I've collected
Records selected
And
Dissected on tables
'Til my technique was
Records have served and protected
A
In my own of the world
the wax is reflected
I found myself
To the
the lyrics were injected
So now when are hectic
I close my eyes and
To the
Like advice somebody
I
I was found dejected
That about art and life
Is really the half
When you
music is math
Like a song
Is just a product
On the sheet
Life's is a scrap
When you show work
I listen with a smirk
irony to Irief
From Bob Marley smokin
At the building
My left me
Roberta said
Never you
Love may
But at you tried
The hit me in the eyes
And I cried
Wonder saw my tears
And put the joy
Sade me a love
That was stronger than
Minnie
Invited me to inside
Marvin Gaye me
Lessons of anger and
That's the tip of the ice berg
in my mind
Not to
All the jazz and
That's
And the Hip-Hop
taught me to rhyme
That's why I'm still

Rock:

I'm with competitions
I'm
I'm my compositions
With of pictures
An album full of photographs
And sorted
between the documents
Of dowries and
is like my family
On holidays we bitchin
Why you don't no more!?
I'm better
I to place my posture
In a positive
I like to be the
my condition
I'm sittin' on the back
Thinkin' and I'm
To the earth
To rustle
Wind
To the grass crushed
By the feet of children
Generations of
Whose end was my

The of the building

Of the of self
that my best work
Has yet to be
I'll never press it up
to put on the
But when times are hard
And money is skin
I'll write my songs
On the back of my rhymes
The question be
If I my soul
My been sold
The is:
Was it your dime

Listenin' to

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