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Artist JoeMac
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Me, Myself & I

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Broke down barriers with my spirit, split bricks with my rhymes, comfort for me came in the forms of lines with rhymes, written in my essence in the presence of my own reflection that I sometimes didn't even recognize, see for a while I was blind and fell on deaf ears to the ones who called themselves my peers, only to find out they were wolves with sheep's wool, but after I shaved em, I found nothing but mere cats, 9 lives each tellin 9 lies 9 times to try and roll with success, see this left me stressed, I wasn't worried about being the best, only about putting my chest out whenever I performed, and when I did, i noticed that a new man was born, that negro that my mama pushed out was non existent when I was spittin it, and I found that I was actually three men in one, me, myself and I, aint no I in team, but there is me, the lone star like Texas who was destined to make the hood relevant thru poetic speech, even in the midst of squares who couldn't walk in the shoes on our feet, there was myself, the one who weeds away the poetry books and verbiage for nights of clubbin, parlayin and sometimes stayin at the house to just get his chill on, then there's I, cause there's no I in team but it is in Win, and that's what I've done since my life began, almost took an L with knee surgeries and heart attacks, but I bounced back with a fourth quarter comeback for the ages, you might even see my victory faces on ESPN Classic, ha, I know that wont happen but still, I'm a legend in my own right, cause it aint never been a hood that can spit it so right, back home they say Joe, on the West they call me blood, even the ones that I call cuz, so its like flippin, cause even I kill they minds with truth so hard that they start trippin, but that name aint got nothin to do with gangbangin, but it got everything to do with me slangin lyrical dope to folks on street corners and tagged up blocks, cause the same blocks brothers walkin now, is the same blocks I ran back in the day, you can't teach an old dog new tricks, but you can show a pup how to grow up to be a hound, and that's what I'm doing now, makin dogs out of ones with stored up potential, no time for kitty kats, cause they get ran over and left flat on paved streets for being false and preaching fake lit, and in this jungle called life, you can't spend your time running, unless you runnin your mouth, lappin idiocracy with Usain Bolt speed to even make those illiterate folks knowledgeable, and 100 strong might sound comical, but those 100 that I'm with, will flip this world upside down, now, feast your eyes on the makings of greatness

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Nice Flow...Well Done....ONE

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