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I'm just like you, you'll see,
yet unlike you I like being me,
me is he, I am Who,
Who of whom the confused seethe pools of hate for the me they'll never be,
hated so much because he is who few could never understand or relate,
blind never see,
defeat is by conscience so unconsciously I delve with schooled matter grey, Einsteinian lisp leaks,
defect my past I'm a whole 'nother me,
eclipsed the climax of shined moons over sleep,
soon the sun will shed light on all I laid in plain lands full of dreams,
That's the plan, that's the path, no plot, thicker than them big girls with shorts showing ass,

Every time I see the lights go on,
I'm ON,
I'mma get it tick-tick 'til my life's gone cold,
Steady rising to the top skybox no end insight always in the zone,
If ya really for penny change thoughts with me ohhh,
dropping dimes over lines for the minds open eyes ,
See me on the list of goats, face full of tears baaaing to God for the prize,

Speech of a different tongue % divides tables of every type,
Level after level 1 _ - at 0:00,

RIP diagnosis bury all opponents,
trophy collecting challenges,
live to thrive in the moment,
Mouth full of notes,
Live antidote pride love to show it,

Strive to achieve just a little,
stepped out of line ten toes up the hill I climb,
laced boots up march in cadence that deaf ears may never ride,
pushing forward my advance through the collapsing strength of doubts one stone by stone, this rock grows bolder, little by little struggles keep rolling 'em over, push off the cliff, watch 'em fa-fa-fall right over, clear as day emerge from the under side to the higher side....

I'M TAKING OVER!!

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