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Excuse the stream of consciousness in case I say anything too misogynist or contradicts any of my black politics
But I'm confident, wait nah, I'm positive that over these rappers, y'all hear that, I'm pretty dominant
Run for mayor cutscene as they scream at me, I'm smiling I seem happy, clean-cut but I dream nappy and
Family Guy on the screen and I beam laughter, after this it's back to acting, it's gleaming, this dreaming isn't it
Mom gave me her jacket was really cool without it
I'm fairly sick [?] you'll need a fool to doubt it
Pretty decent at least recently 'cuz school ain't out yet
If these rappers is all my kids I got some cool sproutlets
I got my people on some new I only pray it last
Things slowed down my plate got fuller as I fasted
Sights and sounds my thoughts more infantile a tad bit
I'm never moving backwards, I plan on moving Everest it's a chore
A fact of life, a labor of love, I give mad love but I detest the labor
It's a war, they facts is trife, they'll label my love, I'll get messed up they'll reassess my label
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