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yo.... I am the one young freedom fighting in the slums, seeking freedom against racist and political scum, physical gun spraying knowledge in bursts, so acknowledge my words, visual artist with a critical thirst, infinite verses cause my surges merge poetical worth, with motivational urge, then complexity emerge, so I spit the deep words,to touch your hearts, move your minds, help you visualise even if your blind, so I stay on my grind in Greenwich Mean Time, keep trying, stay penning like Asiem suggested, stay touching young minds like child molesters, cause im about to blow up like Uncle Festa.
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