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Before I went insane in the view of the sane
2012 came and I counted my name
fast forward to the point of me smoking weed
at 2 am underneath the stars I bleed
tears from my eyes writing down the ultimate guise
photographic evidence like how south park scribes
knew this mystery would be the final prize
singular view got me past the other guys
in this race where I never attempted to move
cause when I was born was when I was crowned too…
St Andrew is more like the double O
6 + 1 is simple math
toronto;
i got the beast flow
the world is on fire and Im under the mistletoe
waiting patiently to release on the low
that final kiss the boss gives before you go
out into the world to try to make a name
some say giovanni is just playing a game
moving the chess pieces cause checkers is lame
I don’t practice santeria but I do have a crystal ball
i can predict that, trump will build that wall
and if everyone sees out of their eyes
yet no viewpoint on sight
i wonder whom when its their final breath
will close their eyes and delete this mess