>Take A second look >but dont you rubber neck >I say its police that corrupt the set >put youngins in fear so they duck and jet >or tuck a teck >Live for their luck and bet >or get smart from some stuff he read >so now his hustles a threat >of that, Im a suspect >But I answer to Jah >roll my dutch and stuff it fat >you can put yo trust in that
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A guitar string vibrating, a measure of my soul, a breech in the silence -- I've always felt like words come through me & I write them down... they have no master --- gsquared ♥