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*Verse 1*

Theres a certain mystique when I write and when I speak. You can hear it, I`m lost, I don`t know what I seek. $#&@ money, too much of it makes life bleak. I try hard, but in public I get nervous and go meek. But then I just go right back at it. I`m dependent on music, you can call me an addict. I tried to quit but I relapsed and fell right back into this trap. Its like the whole damn world fell into my lap. And I`m treated with no respect, I`m treated like crap. I know these haters just want me to snap. But I won`t. This is my gift to the world, call it "gift rap."

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*Verse 2*
I need answers `cause I have questions. God, what am I supposed to do? I don`t wanna keep guessing. I don`t want to $#&@ up. I just want to hang with my girl, laughing and jestin`. I don`t want to risk messing it all up. Take my life, pour it into a tall cup. Nows thats a dangerous @@#!tail. Harder than trying to drive a boat over a dirt and rock tail. Everyday I wake up, I pray... and I tell myself that I will not fail...

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