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Don't bother to warm up the church microphone
Because you already know the rhymes that 
I 'am about to spit is hot
you can see the steam come off the microphone 
every time I perform
Swisher house is a legacy that was left behind
I 'am not going to throw away the family dream
 over religion
 just so my family can be penny less  and broke
I choose to keep 
the family business and stay alive
I 'am living in a mens world I choose to survive
I 'am letting you know in person how I feel 
Mr. Preacher Man and all your religious followers
 I choose that path to survive
so tattoo righteous life can leave a man broke in the middle of your forehead
don't forget that am acting like a dog and grab the bone and guard what's mine
later on I be like a cat and take those nine lives back
that the devil try to steal away from me all my life
I choose to live not die  
I 'am eating suckers for dinner 
not wasting no time
I 'am taking  what 
my old man left behind in order for the family to survive
That old man did not raise no brainless punk or fool
I 'am taking the Swisher house, the business that's mine
Tell the preach and the righteous people
God didn't leave no book of names of  who or how to survive in a men's world
So I 'am taking the business the Swisher House and living my life 
rather you think its not good for my life or individual's health

By Shaniki Smith
Date; October 21, 2016

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