People of earth since my birth I was blessed not with girth but with worth, and from the inside my toil boiled amongst the turmoil, call it soil, i sure did grow some flowers I sure did grow to power. depicted amongst the towers, lost in miles, piles of hours. Paper caper’ better yet carved in walls with labor, I grew these nails to tare your, I ment I grew these nails to carve this story prepare this sector ill get the battalion love her respect her such a stallion, stole a medallion sold it for Valium got back to the gushy, love her but loosely found out what the truth is o man oopsy,
Candles don’t count the years Ive grown I decade in your glares, grown up in your stair looking, unprepared when I probably set it up. My domineer might be tough but truthfully its ruff paved with cactus, thorns, and such; Poisonous to the touch.
a story that i told u long ago when u couldn't sleep and you seen a ghost, you were counting sheep so i helped you out with the math... and all night we laid and laughed
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