Ima maniac on the Flo conditioning the mane .Rayn leaks like an almanac, tears records of pain.Im my father's Son no one's to blame .SO I'M innocent to the heavens as I spit these flames.The rich prove that crime pays,but brake you from doing the same.We strive any damn way in this messed up game.Hoping for more time to make that change.And I aint talking money.I'm speaking the inner mane.Pawns and rooks make moves but stay in your lane . Them knights full of L 7s they'll square up things . putting you in sideways view of the bishop he's waiting dangling. once you lose Queen the kingdom will never be the same.
Raynman
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