as the beats rome in the streets ,
i walk along the road eating those beats .
only to find pages of a rhyme
of raps tacks and more time .
i see myself in the mirror in the corner store.
then talk i talk .
boy , where you been , you gotta snap out of it.
he tells me , but i just ignore him.
sluking is a bad habit ,
i miss both of them .
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