Light Quill.

Growing up dreamed to rap and swerve cars,
But life gets taxing and they tried to have the sir charged.
For real was ODing in the city, but now I’m on my frank inscense and mur bars.
It’s first Class, disperse heart, I learn fast and I’ll master this earth, Spread love, gotta work hard.
Calm storm I be in the third eye of it,
Wavy on a beat but the flow gotta iron it.
I’m tired of the liars so I’m tryna speak honestly
We’re made in his image so my father is a god to me..

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