My first rap (unfinished)
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Last published Wed, Feb 18, 2015
Ever since I was 13 I've always had this dream, of being on the cover of "Time" magazine. Living in the queens and bumping on 15's
But no life is not always what it seems.
Rappers get to go over seas and play for the queen I just get to chill in my room and listen to them tunes, trying to get some money so I can get new shoes and wasting all my bread on that purple snooze.
I guess I'm not gonna make it, shit's so hard to get in the fucking game you gotta have this big name just to get some fame knowing all it takes is common sense coming from your brain
(To be continued)
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