I would love to live off my spitting/
To get paid for my writtens/
I paid dues, seen the dark days fade in my vision/
Complained when the pain almost had me changing mission/
I made a decision to play my position/
To make waves in whatever ways came to fruition/
Enrolled in the school of hard knocks, without paying tuition/
In my spare time, kicked rare rhymes that contain the flame that you missing/
I keep it real, you audition for the shit that I'm living/
Loud and clear, it's my year - no space for remission/
No negotiation, ain't no terms and conditions/
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