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11/29/20 Working toward forgiveness With god as my witness An occasional grimace So much more than a scrimmage And beyond what I ever envisioned Helps to stay ambitious Even when it seems so far off in the distance Minding my business, hardly looking No being pampered, for myself and others I'm cooking Towards the end, I'm booking I Keep pushing Maintaining footing Working on turning it into a good thing My heart is really in this I can still win it So long as I never stop until the finish Otherwise my chances will diminish What the foik You keep on talking shoit And I will prove my point By being adroit From here to way beyond Detroit All crap B.S. is what I call that Ya'll better fall back And chill Before it gets ill On either side of the hill You think you do, but you don't got the skill To get the job done like I will I'm coming in for the kill Not for the thrill Never going to get my fill I'm still With it, you don't know the drill Blood continues to spill Over money in the form of a bill Anywhere, not just in Brazil People act like they know a lot, when they really know nil

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