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my mother made it look easy dusting off shrapnel seeming like she was bulletproof me and my brother knew better than that every morning is a new bruise mama would tell us where more we survive one day at a time and my mama show you that I'm not a loser so who knew at 35 I realize that I was just like him but thank God I was more like you like cause and effect I kept with the current and stay fluid never knowing that going with the flow would reduce the opportunity to get to know who I was the blame game is not one I play the lame lame is not one eye stay in speed in and out of lanes clicks lines get analyzed and then minds get changed quick mindstate remains sharper than a tungsten blade stay bigger than my government documented height and weight I say that to say this measurement was never needed by numbers and money was never needed to feed hunger so underground is what above is and silence speaks of please think before you speak of him.