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timid and hesitant as she stumbled
Through a sentence in English
At the cash register
A Winnie the Pooh journal these are the
Things I remember when I

and see you've only just started
You exist, you alive, you are deserving of life
You are a beacon of light, you are determined to fly
You have a journal

OG and we treat it like Vietnam

My generation drank forty ounces of Old
English to ease the pain
Y'all niggas drink White Claws, nigga
We ain't

switch to English mental, yea
The songs I wrote don't mean shit now, the path I took nobody knows
Put my life, on hold, for my music journal, fell, into

(Get it, cuz you a copy cat. Now copy that)
Now im fucking up a circle 
(Inferno)
I am rabbit yall turtles 
You part of my journal
I'm keeping it verbal

An English boy of just 14
Learning a life, a job, the scene
And the native tongues
His adventure had begun

Working the tools of his trade
Making

deftly, it'd be sonicly deadly
My mind would shine and words would pour out of me like a medley
In my English class in 7th grade, like I sped to be Hova
Cuz

ké kryé « ay Bondié ! » (après le journal téléviser, demain tout le monde se dira « o Bon Dieu »)
O swè la… (ce soir…)
(Machann sab kay pasé) (le

fast
And Wax could rap in circles
Collecting coins in her pocket to
Purchase her own journal
Writing rhymes in stories
Blasting Meteora out loud
Feeling

bought
I am going to be a Ninja Turtle
Because I'm so good at jumping hurdles
Cuz I Aint running in circles
Please write me down in your journal
Because I

envahit mon journal a migré 
De cahier de pensée de langage 
Gracias gracy hopkins

Now switchin' to english 
See no sense in earning
I need more, need

John... a book.
	NcRRcTOR
There it was
Old and weathered
Pages barely hanging from the spine
	ROSE
If this is the captain's journal
	HERSCHEL
Maybe it's

The journal starts late: six weeks into the making of "Grief Point," first off as "May Day," a song in honor of May 1st and the workers. Can you

favorite rapper in a body bag
Then I feed them to the sharks you a story now
I do you a favor I'll make you front news
This is a journal from one who won't