THE GIFT OF GAB
many seem to think that im interested in this grabbage that they spit but it so iliterate.
never realizing the gift that my god has sent, making them a degenerate of the logic that i speak.
giving words of decrease, while bangging they heads against the concrete.
not knowing wheter they coming or going ,droping dimes talking about they pimping and whoring.
yet this knowledge that i speak is to give you glance or a peek, of your future to hold, that was told to me for god to your soul.
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