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[Mr. J]

this is a compost heap, am I on those streets...
twisted in a rhythm as I continue onward, down, I'm beat.
I'm a renaissance man burning in my chariot
with my thoughts on blast, my determination will bury it..
carry it to heights that only a giraffe can grasp
back to back, soldiers rode out in golden Cadillac's
a swift snap to the chin a the pace a camera claps
I'm getting heated by the rain and the scene after that
play like mice on that drum roll with the rat a ta...
this is dedicated to the change that I gambled back
this is big bills, dice rolled, fuck yo' hotels where the mansions at?
I'm a cross breed, demons lost seed, longliving kamikaze
look now the buddah got me when living in the hot seat
carbon copied declaration living in wonder & mild concentration
modernized sensations wrapped in complicated condensation?
the fuck is that...I don't know but this is pretty weird huh
well since I'm a little cheered up, let me get an AOWL verse geared up...