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The hardest tasks that will ever be involved will that of defining, understanding, interpreting, and reasoning….

A’s & B’sorta scholar, student kinda maybe I’m stunna, staying rolled ^ to the sleeve with my hands on pulse, riding waves of the coast, headed straight to U of C, Golden Bridge off the edge, Golden Bear on my back, watch me as I saddle ride, narrowed my choice down to one and in the end this is the place that changed my life, challenged me to give my best, each time, every line, beyond knowledge always question what’s next>

played in front of the eyes

off the cuff my styles hands free catering feeds mouths through ears, traveling circus, crossing rivers, moving mountains upon miles, city buildings fading slowly, watch me closely, appetite for distinction ,hold my tongue references 'til the day of my extinction, desires for  falling confetti, work the greatest Dr. on critically ill patients, offer my ideas on how to treat, medicate, and rehabilitate,

Who’s Saying This in the lab of Creative Experiment, within the Department of Cognitive Psychoanalysis infusing old ways with new technologies, putting together theories, gathering all facts, files, pouring through solutions, tests that offer proof, using evidence which suggests, the current state of music is on the verge of a breakthrough, transforming from an art into a science, swear to God I think I’ve found the way to make the today’s world tomorrow’s best day in history when all the kids look back,

Thanking U first California for making a leader out a failed soldier, to the West I salute, stop on lap 3, moment of silence for all the fallen warriors

even the , not my style, but I’ll still stand to support ya, you can call it  what you want, a soldiers’ still a soldier,

Start with Mr. when you approach and be greeted as a pal, lbs & pen to pad for every smiley-faced fan, is how I’m reaching out

Drop ya jaw, drawing attention is my everyday hobby, swagga stuntin’ in fresh puurr a 'los, iced Koss ticks white sox rub my soles,  starred cap turned back I’m the cut, yet so laid & paid back going end zone on my own,

Fuck it,

to all tired of reading my words, here's the fucking voice channel:

TOORANDOMGUYS!, Available only on demand, U of California I love you, http://www.youtube.com/user/TooRandomGuys

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