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Faster wits’ than by them hands going in in mass on Twitter cancelling culture
More loco’ than the red and white hats coughing up four more years, mask less
Cooler than how time flies while going downhill on a unicycle as climates’ change
Mic is off, but my mind is still talkin’ into reality aka ethereally ancestries, doting calmly
Walkin-‘bout my weary way, like crazed holy-dazed last minute shopping is materially con’fusing
Wait is over by a little, heavy hittin’em with contents and packaging of less for more in prophets
Grace is by way of shoutouts, holler’d several times daily by blinks of synchronicity via deja ‘vueing
This quill hits harder and farther, than a hun’ned single mothers’ upholding just’us, go’ figures
Discovered undercover, while tearing eyes’ be looking out foreheads, like thinly veiled flecks of sweat
Shaking, not breakin, trembling upon awakening into breathtaking’, such manifestation proliferates
So ditty, no not that former manager of Biggie, my shimmy is within me, no qualms, in hits or strikes
Soul glows uphold conditions, 2b’ lit throughputs of Last Dragons’ of fire, startling like to yell,
Ay’ yo’ LeRoy?
Words from thought likened 2b a moth, caught in the flame, times will change but 2b’z mental sting still remains….
Ali bomaye!
