Frozen in a warm place
Chosen to be last place
This gon' be my last race
I'm gon' go in fast pace
But there is no hard case
Its just like a long maze
For them it be hard chase
They goin' with a long face
I'm gon' say a short phrase
That I'd be a hard trace
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Poetry Stuff
PoetrySome type of poetry in there that I wrote when I felt hurt or depressed.
