I could have blown her mind

Made it close to mine.

I’m fiding it’s the right choice

To let her hit the cold streets

Free from the mean beats.

So she can hit a cleanstreak to tomorrow

Girl don’t need my problems

When I can’t solve ‘em

‘N false palm readers

Call them taro cards

Stall when Louis Farrakhan

Hits a gong we’ll be hearing later on

Just get dem to to know

Locusts, crows foots

And the scar that cuts

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