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As a young black boy on the streets of the CapitalI strive for a good living through the path of moralityBut I was lost within my act of InnocenceAnd Trouble found me.Led me through Crusty Tunnels and Medieval DungeonsShowed me the Gory Light thro
I am Alpha and OmegaThe beginningThe end Eloquent, as her words share the breath of life and colorA penchant to liveTo survive Maybe to laughProbably love
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