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Yo all i need is some ink,
a Piece of paper and some time to think,
everybody tells me im not dope but you can say what you want,
cause im not givin up cause i dont give a fuck,
i got skills to flaunt,
this is to everybody that told me i couldent fuckin do it,
i alwase do it as soon as i go through it,
and thats the same for every Mcee on the market,
to the north side white boy to the brotha thats a target,
and theres alwase gonna be a argument about who started it,
when who hit who and we became a divided continent,
cause some wear blue and some wear red but they alwase got to flaunt it,
and they wonder why there dead and all alone,
are they still gonna wear the same color while there under there tombstone,
what about the wifes and the mothas,
the fathers sisters cousins and brothas,
uncles aunts and grandparents with swollen knuckels,
workin hard to provide,
but when the kids grow up they divide,
and become prone to suicide,
cause they feel no need to stay alive,
they hate there life,
shit i wonder why.....
-All We Need Is One Mic-
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got any questions just ask me.....Holla....

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Originally Posted by Indeph Lyricalsolja you illy on the sickness tip.