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Will I make it?

10/27/2014

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I'm still lost in feels of doubt
sitting on a sad puffy cloud 
Here in my world there's no such thing as a drought
I'm more frighten of what's to come about 
Will I make it or will I fall flat? 
Boy I hope I can bust in with a new sick track 
Would love to be the new face of underground rap 
So I can take the game by storm with straight facts 
One day , maybe soon as I say to myself 
As I store these rhymes on my cranium shelf 
Stories filled with twist and turns 
Different situations occurs 
Soon they will all be heard


Indigo Child ✓

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