originality died
so they buried me alive
the infant in Somali
holds my rhymes when
he cries
worms in his stomach
along with stolen money
bee stings on his face
cuz of stolen honey
its not sweet in the street
when u can't afford the sugar
no teeth to chew
no tissues to wipe your boo gars
flies on his face, lies you can taste
if I don't win first place then I die in
the race
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