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complex occupation

See I got an occupation, yet its 
complex,  even when the world 
crashes,  you will be standing in 
front of me with that shit that makes 
a sista mind go molasses .. slow, 
from walkin thru the doe,  thanks to 
tha doe feel me? Shit I'm done just 
a thought brought upon by 
something I sought within .. peace..

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