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These are my verses they are what they are to me they are something extra unique my verses are

my little warriors they arise at the trumpet and depart go seek a road to their freedom of course they want nothing more of Obama yet nor have they asked for opportunity Id hardly call what you say is a Dream the slow and steady effacement it brings if I can live for two decades--no air-I can last another sunrise and sunset Ass backwards if you ask me dont go there I lost count of my prosody and rhyme theres not enough slack where its coming from