Replied to ClaSsX ft. DAN, Aisle 5, and DVUS
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I been givin a gift to rap like the gifted would, and really man that's simply put..
So why do I struggle to lift a foot, to run down the lane or just walk the road...
It's awkward though, i'm givin out seeds like the guy across the road who talks to crows..
Crows that talk, he understands their language, but everyone else is just known to squark...
Using bones as chalk, i've seen this man write math lessons on a black board..
But he writes it backwards, trying to decypher the language i spit on rap boards...
Trying to work out what I shit on cats for, all while he's even giving birth to a son..
Working out proverbial pun, how can he do it and still have time to nurture the one?...
Because the curse has begun, it'll only be cured by reversing psychology..
It's like burning thy lottery, he's out of luck, his minds locked in a cell like learning biology...
Glossed with hope, I looked in the mirror and saw the man from across the road..
He seemed as if he'd lost a crow, he wanted to rap so I asked if he'd need a hand...
But i stopped and wondered why in the mirror I've seen that man..
And I seen that man, because since the beginning of time, i've been that man...
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SoE