Flying high on the curb, like a cocky bird.

I’m spreading my word. It’s strong, it will disturb.

This is how I hustle, my life, makes me survive, the pain and the struggle.

I took the single noose, and doubled their trouble. attracted money, diamonds, knowledge, women, and gold. Turned their chaos into my control.

It is said, I come from the wrong side of the tracks. But, the destination cannot be reached without my pass. It is me they come to see for a change of scenery.

They take what I give and go, but, they love my way and always come back for more.

I write to breath. I write to give. I write for happiness.

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