I’m blessed
beyond belief
All the
grief was worth it
Because making
it passed it gives you purpose
Open up and realign
the circuits
Honesty is
key, opens up a door and a briefcase
Work hard
for that cheesecake
For Pete’s
sake got to get it together
Higher state
of mind you would think I had feathers
If you’re
going to do it, do it the best although sometimes you may digress
I’m starving
so I eat to the point it’s hard to digest
I must
confess sometimes I am stressed, but I must contest that’s what it takes to be
best
I am
confident, give myself a little credit
My state of
mind is in its prime think to the point I get headaches
Listen to
bullshit, must apprehend these culprits
People think
this is rap, this is not rap
This is
material to grasp, outlasting them is one of my tasks
I am
natural, I am corn fed
Love saturated
fat eat the opposition like they’re cornbread
I’m light
years ahead, no looking back
You can’t
see, where your pupils at?
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