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this is my spoken word or my words. thatm I soeak on time im so full of my own energy like I did to many lines I was born in trap house My dad a dope dealing pimp, while mom was a ho My mom filled arms with that h town Dad sold that coke apart before i knew them together a family broken into pieces forever so already I was doomed hustler or head which persona would I assume M.O.E age 16 pockets full like a a balloon im a real hustler others are like cartoons fast life flying by so many funerals forgot how to cry if you crossed me id dot them eyes still can't see the burner would show you the light girls