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Handed more answers than questions
My past transgressions
could have led me to negative aggression
released by a smith and wesson
or some other deadly weapon
I instead chose other directions
to expand my minds compression
To escape certain depression
every table served with medleys of lessons
At a young age I was handed more answers than questions
altercations
transparent affection
So I chose my own brethren
multiplyin my stressin
And many a greasy experience
Did manifest
but self respect
kept me in check
I came correct
The Lord protects
I pray for one dusk till dawn
with no blood upon
This world were on
A night so long
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