Higher Learning
I choose to be like the goose. living above the blues and twists nature around the bush..
I loose to gain, no pain wasnt fair at the end of tha game, its lame if i do it without a name, loose it out with fame...
Whats gone is gone, a miracle if it goes and comes back non the less my higher learning is yet to rise if fall aint near so my role is fo tha game.
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