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My name is a rhythm, a sweet sensation My name is a weightlifter, running between the bases , not stoppingIt holds sadness  and pain, and came from a small village 
I read a beautiful book It brings joy for my feeling Heals every broken piece inside me And gets my lost soul back with the peace it found
Don't hate on me, cuz I'm muslim to the eye that sees.
All natural & no weave. If I was a dictionary I would define myself as Gold for the world to see. Rocking no booty short's for men to see.
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