THIS is my style.
my flow-the way i get t h i n g s done.
and i know your jealousy rips...
through you like a jet wing
raging 'cross the sky.
but the stars that fall from above
and -kiss- my cheeks at night
WERE meant for my sin-burning
bare-weathered s k i n to touch.
not yours.
and if my moves, my life
the way i beat you in every way
KILLS
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it's amazing.
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