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Poetry in motion as I write across the stone, my language is easy forget Rosetta stone/ I was born from throw up and spit into the game/ let me breath life into your lungs, and bring you back from the dead of hip hop/ walk through the cemetery of fakeness and pass into the field of realness/ reality is key and being a statics is weak/ they say that beauty is in the eye of the beholder, well the blind have it easy/ the eyes are the windows to the soul I beg a differ/ sex in are day an age is the true window to her soul/ my world is different, happiness in every kitchen/ my life is a movie, with a ton of squeals/ comic book geek hood rat chaser/ they say a good girl comes a dime a dozen/ the odds looking real slim with the fall of young men/ rape victims, thugin it out like men that's no excuse/ be yo self be the gender god made you/  end the end you still need a mans erection/ anyways make sure you wear protection/ even with yo husband if you don't trust em/ three baby moms you know bound to cheat yes eatin is cheat its still a form of sex and you touched lips well so did they/