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U knew that death was our way to swallow,
The made mac that took her to follow,
Like Brother has help from the heritage of Big Mama,
The force of the midwife at the nude corna,
Breached, she is sad that she will have to give it up,
A rape that the Big Mama look the other way so ruff,
Tales now of this modern day is the brother’s wreath,
Ours, not his, the bankroll of the streets,
A fight around the manger of his camera,
Boys to men that stand in line to intimidate how to scare her,
Some go astray but not enough,
That is why they force the twisted but,
I’m an example of her pushing herself from the limits,
That is the humiliation of his pride that he is a gimmick,
The Mac is not a man but a beast,
Outside the development foil switched to see,
Stay inside and draw from the strength,
Better projections are after this America that is bent.
