EXCERPT FROM THE BOOK "A GOD WITHIN"
Night...
Can't touch my light,
Watch the speed dial of a wildchild, talk to myself when I talk to god ,there is no mortal here
I am ...so rude when the white boys call me dude, step to me and call me by my name G-O-D
Flowing forever growing they be knowing who I is or who I aint
Words so hard they splatter your brain matter
Lyrical disaster but lightning strikes 9 million different ways, I practice lyrical gunplay and say
This is my world...
My moms said with this
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