fresher than a newborn and i'm stayin fresh to death
and i'm givin all i got until there ain't nothin left
solo since my group flipped the script on some simple shit
take a breath with head down scratchin my temple which
should i do, give up and let em win and let me lose
nah, let the beef die, i've got nothin to prove
except to myself and to the lord maybe he'll answer my prayers
when i write letters to the other side there'll be someone there
to listen and bump my shit, and Lord willin they might like it
and allow me to spit what i want so i can work out my shit
i love it, i really do and thanks for feelin me
props to moms for my life, thank you God for killin me
or makin me see the light, whichever you feelin most
rap or intelligence, if i had to choose, i would pick both

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"I don't want to be deep... I want to feel deep and use that feeling to express depth itself..."
-Konchance

my poetry:
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