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Before the sun sets I raise under the covers,
Hip Hop as usual the sound I flutter,
Atop the roof she fiddle with the clips,
In disguise of her planet I orbit the trip,
A young man child awaiting his doom,
Untangled by his father misled into her room
I will talk to him when Im finished with her,
But her Hip Hop insist alike the verb,
As to say that this mind machine will always exist,
Since we are back here controlling the wrist,`
Knock on men as they pack the stands,
Knock wanting to be touched as loud as man,
In this way our earth coexist,
Along with the stars that make our life rich,
Yet still she cannot believe that this is it,
Standing amidst the pain U fit.
