At the bottom familiar
The worse memories keeping me productively
stronger within my huddle my struggle
Prepared now to maintain
The number of contents and bundles
Of my journal as I now will
Continue sharing thoughts
Straight from Brooklyn the brick jungle
Far from London and its Bridges Falling Down
just to get back up to hunt you
Misunderstand that in your shoes
To be I wouldn't want to
Kicking non-fiction if you listen
Similar to the waves
Of the Atlantic hitting your face
After we dump you like early day
Goons and Gangstas not afraid
to de-tongue you or gun you
allowing you to run to
5-O's so they can plunge you
without the one two
On A Humble
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