J-Hy Jetson
What I look like chasing that red bone cause she light-skin when I’m dark
chocolate yeah more like a mocha mint you know brown and refreshing self-
conscious and slightly neglecting but nobody’s perfect it’s when my shoes don’t
match my shirts I feel worthless so now I’m girl less I guess I’m heartless that
mean I’m beat less wit a soul just as hard as the streets is just Lupe’s talk I can
speak this no foreign tongue I’m young loves my weakness my verbal’s able with
no one to compete with even public speakers are left speechless I'm never
muted underground unsigned were the root is the truth is left undefined my lines
are jewels kid ten disciples I stand out like Judas still shine so it’s fine I’m jewel
less iceless cool J-Hy my gifts such a priceless tool.
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