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from The Winding Stair to the center of the arched
bridge I watch the dance of Dublin slow, falter, change rhythm as 
the embered waves sink, the flame

the first show
Of Jay-Z's eight-night run at the
Brand-new Barclays Center in Brooklyn, but
He says he'll come back
Too "Ain't no afterparty more
Important

that I am no human but a God of some
Sort i know that everything
Will fall right into my laps
One day i'm just writing
This book because I feel like I

want a group center ay
To keep it gutta with you I never met you yea
Honesty is the best policy can't you tell the few on me ay
Rotten bodies it be

wanna love you
Never could I top it
The present that I bought you
Going university a couple years, I wanna be
Writing for some money
And I’m rapping

like I'm a human centipede
A century of flops, then my folly docked
Catch me penning licks to the center of the lollipop
There's poetic creed expressed

own!
Its beautiful!
When Rose entered the room, a large harp from the center of the room bounced over to Rose. It was playing some of Rose and her

If you called i ain't receive it
Know she DTF
See it in the texts that I'm reading
Can't we just call it even?
Fuss and fight for no reason
Shit been

to spill'em out of my writing pen
Cause you give light to men like you flipping a switch
Illuminate them within that's the meaning of getting lit
Now let me

Lights turning on I'm standing in the Center stage
It makes me sad that my mom will never see this day
I pray my pops that he can live so he can see this

heart's in it
Women tell me I'm raw with it
Go raw in it, they want children
Center of my cause isn't to ball hard on false women
This bong hittin', my song

on the move: call that a casa-roll
Rhyme at the center stage of my act, call it word play
And I'm better than writing trap; I write master bait
I'm

treat me like congress, rejecting your bills
Here for the long run, gotta swallow that pill
I'm making my mark like I'm writing a will
I hate all your

the trenches
Spend a little for the handmade table and credenza
If this shall be the room that space will be the center
There's never enough paper, pens,

believe me, I'm awake
Better believe that I am great
I'm bound to take all my journals and find a hideaway
To make a 9-5 job writing rhymes after I leave