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Kero One Windmills Of My Soul

un-American way but I must maintain Cause if I forfeit my soul, then what's been gained? [Verse 3:] So sometimes, I grab my pen and write rhymes My mind

joke! all in my ear through the phone That's my OTHER girl, the one that hates when I'm stoned So I'm torn but I know where my heart is But the temptress

mind Spirit and soul with every rhyme I unfold And hold my head low and stay humble Cause who knows what piece tomorrow will bring to the puzzle I huddle my

pick up a pen and express Rhymes were nonsense but nonetheless were off my chest While some thought I should stop wasting my breath Dent on confidence I put my

enough to motivate us to bust [Verse 1:] But I'll, avoid the buff by all means necessary Bombin' strategically to have one less adversary And cops work the beat so my