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You Feel Me

Diamonds -n- dinosaurs, scabs -n- open sores, legs open from prostitutes -n- water down thieving ass whores, what’s the difference, ain’t noΒ  difference, it’s just the way you present the sh*t, I’ll utilize my gifts God’s blessed me with 2 marinate your skull with intelligence, 4 years of College for a piece of paper, I did 7 years in prison -n- what I saw -n- learned was far more fascinating, just off my vivid imagination, I could reeducate your education, dissect your heart -n- remove all its complication, run for President, win -n- then revive this racist ass nation, yes I’m a black man, so I’m use 2 all you motherf*ckers hating, this is written in blood, so you can’t efface my statements, what’s the difference, ain’t no difference, it’s just the way you present the sh*t, f*ck your opinions, 4 this is the way I chose 2 present my sh*t.
What!
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A man ain’t 2 be heard
He’s 2 be felt, you feel
Me :-) , skin smooth
-N- well scented, real
Handsome -n- well dressed
A poet well presented
-N- represented :-)
You feel me, opulent
-N- gallant written in
Blood, so you can’t efface
My statements :-)
What’s up Donald Trump
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