The Warm Up
Lets get the mind right
Keep the prize in sight
Lets get prepared
For the metaphors I write
Its all in a line
Got the New York state of mind
My hand is out to reach
I’m about to take what’s mine
My thoughts so wrong
That my brain should be fined
I’m tired of being broke
You thought I had weed heads with me
My dreams went up in smoke
My thoughts will become reality
Commit no more Fatalities
Take this, take that
Will soon be my morality
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