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Yeah yeah Ayo Mom it's time it's time straight bar begin straight out of the little dungeons rap in the place where I placed my hat there are a bunch of cool cats the lights drop deep as does my time I never zoom in cuz the zoom in is the instructor makes me scowls
Beyond the walls cats life is defined I think of the Midwest when I'm in Kansas State of mind I'm so humbled and inclined to believe this and this is my ref
In the Winnebago I'm cooking bacon I'll think of the Midwest when I'm in Kansas cuz I got to Kansas State of mind hope to file got smile my house don't like little dirty skull run up the prowl to get the file I'm in Kansas State of mind

What more could you ask for a hideous light you complain about the darkness I got to love it through somebody still speaks for the right I'm rapping to the stick I'm going to move your tick
I got a Kansas State of mind
I can't take the darkness I can't take the Rock I would have tried to talk I guess I got low stock
What's my face how's my luck I've been four wheeling in my dirty truck in a soul alive that can take my instructors inside I never thought I see my  plight
No, no naw that just ain't freight
Out of sight
I was kicked out without no night nothing but day in my sight truly heart is quite the kind of part thinking of the Midwest yes thinking of the Midwest jazz out of sight
Cuz I got a Kansas State of mind

2/23/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021

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