Alluminum in the studio getting ready to rumble
Lettin’ loose flows that make ice hearts crumble
But I ain’t no time to tumble
___________________in my creed
I just hope to make fruit that grows
And plant seed so my ingrained message gets heard
Cause its rolling behind every word,
So I pray, cause I’d hate to misrepresent, like low-class café au lait.
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