.I used to pray for a perfect beat, prolly the only time a real nigga found peace
I hope my thoughts dnt bury me, this art like oxygen it help a nigga breath
Love lost meditate in breeze, it's power in that flower so I balance wit some weed
The time it take might b centuries
Saw my, baby .
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