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Was it the caps U cuss that led me to this sickness,
Or the blacks U sought that U found wicked,
When the speed of knowledge encountered the collection,
U offered green as a payment for weapons,
This is all I’m saying that is not enough,
Your prayers are answered from season results,
I’m still standing overall wins and losses,
Still hanging with those who call themselves bosses,
A joint so crowded I’ve extended numbers,
Day by day I’ve bloated lumber,
Before these letters meant explanation,
I was holding on,
Taking more than I was used to,
Caging balding before I was Bluetooth,
U want to show out beef before my eyes complete,
The savagery of the agony skeeing.
