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Warrior

Warrior Ain't no rock bottom where I'm from I've yet to sell my soul For what I'm worth Only the Heavens above me know Kicked rocks and ate dirt, no socks nor pretty shoes Embellished my calloused feet Never had no silver spoon in my mouth No pot to piss in Yet look at me now I've been high, and I've stooped low Sticks and stones may break my bones, but Strong hurricane force winds amongst the sea I welcome in These waves I surf Back away now I've found my turf When I come around Rain turns to sleet I don't give up For I'm that warrior You could not put to sleep

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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Date: 3/3/2018 7:55:00 PM
You did a great job getting your message across here! The words rhyme or somehow coincide with each other in the right places, but not too much to the point where it becomes annoying.
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