Out of the Mouths of Babes
(In Memory Of the late Christopher Wallace aka Biggie Smalls)
About My leaving here, it was all a
dream
A living nightmare, or, so it would
seem
With Me coming to falter on the
balancing beam
After coaxing on Stardom, gently
down the stream
Just cause Somebody felt a need to
blow off steamd
But, like I said, it was just All a dream
That is, until I heard My dear Mother
scream
(RIP Biggie Smalls)
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