I know about time
About the grind
I know what's mine is mine
And I know what line is fine
I know you don't need limes to shine
Or blow to make the crime unwind
But hope and dope entwine in rhymes
Because both evoke a timeless side
Reproached to cope in dry confines
My oath to locust tied in time
The rope-a-dope reprise and mime
Let go and spoke to mine when I
Eloped by vote to blind sublime
Stroked my open eyes and mind
Focused on dough
Because the flow was prophesized.

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