My History

Nothing can be defined about my history

works that your mind cannot even travel to – some call it a mystery

I’m no enigma, but my writing prose is more than great

been receiving a web of lies full of unconditional hate

the media been trying to assassinate me

they just a bunch of monkeys sitting in a tree

afraid of a real man who developed into a g

reincarnation is impossible like extracting the green from the tea

real lines, stanzas, bars, and words

I guarantee my message will continue to be heard



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