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God protect me like a Dain so many scars on my soul I need to feel whole. Descendent of kings I'm going in for the throne, I was born to rein. 1804 to Egyptian got the crown and conquer all we Haitian. I'm living paradise, watch me wink with one eye. Raking haters like leaves in my backyard it's a cold world let me roll down my sleeves.
Back then I had a whole notebook of these rhymes. Getting back to it.
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