No Mr. Cigar

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set the table I can smell what the chefs cooking

so damn hungry but I can't eat too busy thinking

honing my craft casting spells pronouncing sound

producing beats behind the scene underneath

like a under lord you'll get it if you think real hard

low key but my loco can get loud use to break

every mirror I ever had coz every time I looked

I was facing my dad father’s day is a joy for many

I use to sit around plotting against my enemy

mama I love she gave me birth felt hard labor

as soon as her water broke turned around the

other way call it breach came out on my feet

you may have to reach this storytelling is deep

 it only hurts when I sink in my teeth can't bite

my tongue I have to speak before I fall down

and can't get back up will you wish me luck or

will you wish me dead it don't matter to me

seen so many people bleed got me drinking

white wine out of  clear cups saw the ???

wondered what they mean so I raised the bar

so high I clearly see stars I always wonder

can you see or hear me are you listening

still it really don't matter to me anymore

 

 

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