No More Algorithms
Let’s face it, Ironically subscribed,
While being subtracted from the equation.
Wicked witches from the west,
Travel to the east coast,
One named Faith, I’m like I need Hope.
Matter fact I need both.
When it’s time to put in work,
They call me Mr. Get the job done,
Go head and do your research.
Observe each word, if you got time take it,
Eyes looking at input already manipulated.
Stop talking live, you want eyes but the cops watching.
Plants all around this is not God’s garden.
Play the Kings role, end up a martyr.
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