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My radio slowly fades not letting out a sound
My heart is beating fast like a popcorn machine calming down
As I filter what I dream of through this paper and this pen
I record down where I want to go and where I have been
Through excitement, pain, and any other feeling
I think of everything of which I am dealing
My music, my rhyme, my talent of which I'm blessed
When I cry, when I laugh, when I frown so much less
Coming home to the sweet smell of spicy Spanish foods
Talking about the friendships connected by the hey's and Wats up dudes
Where my heart settles is where my brain is quietly lied
Writing in mind opening ways I am a genius,
As is everyone inside
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