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7 oclocka you wake up tryin to finish that day set ur goals keep ur prioritys straight makin a list an keep on checkin them off an sooner than u know it pushed u at the top of the hill on bunker or on wana peel that shit off blastin my lines like a fire crackers on 4 of july basterds you know i never finished until i mastered this craft of words flowin thru me like birds flying in the sky high bet you wont finish this shit to the end thats just you i never blame you for just being urself id blame you if all else fells and dwells to the bottom knowing you could have stopped it locked it for youself now thats some shit i will never forget shit you better stop fucking wit me cuz i dont play dat shit B. fuuuck