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Allure
Tangibles on our minds, we strive for it
When we die we can’t have it But we still scramble, even when it contradicts Nothing to worry bout when you ignorant Giving up a part of yourself just to look a little different Searching for interest on the gram Women, money and grams The pleasures of our generation, we still sleeping We probably gon fall if that’s what we still speaking There’s not much value in these tangibles Nothing actual, only material Cause you can’t buy love or happiness Those elements are priceless 7 digits on the price tag Gucci handbag, Rollies Double story mansion, Mercedes Is sure to please But the feeling is only temporary Cause really they not that extraordinary Some people wealthy but empty It’s not the plenty objects that matter It’s the self rather People don’t work on that enough Too occupied with accessories and stuff Personal growth is trivial Only goal is the material |
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Sprinkle of raw potential here and there overall this was just an open mind freeverse flexing the rhymes and content buuut you had some jabs in there gotta give love qnd credit where it is deserved and i liked this read no matter the simplicity in it. Cool stuff man.
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