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The birds are singing,
my heart has stop ringing.
My mouth has shouted,
there is left I have doubted.
My arm hold up signs of a gun,
so I guess this is a sign of you better be ready to run.
I now have different sides on my body,
one that just wants to rap while other is ready to start a party.
I jump and smash down all in my way,
although rapping in everything I have to say.
I guess you can call me the rocker of rap,
even though that's a bit of crap.
I wear a hat of my hometown,
even when I jump around like a clown.
I popped open a part of my mind,
one that makes my heart come to a bind.
I smile not because of just happiness,
but out of what has made me such a mess.
I jump onto tables to give you a bit of my flow,
then topple over tables to let know how I roll.
I feel like a little kid,
but I guess this is what I hid.
I wear all black,
but rap like out of whack.
Even though I may be a little too loud,
this is the man and person that made everyone once proud.