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journey to being the top rapper (Free verse) by kliq
Yo all u crites out there
my peeps and me
challenge u 2 a duel
not wit swords man, wit words man
Just cos my edu-cation was gone,
does not make me stupid boy
I learnt from life
From my motha getting mugged
for the ten pence she had
To my sister prostituting herself
to sick men
Just for a loaf o bread
I learnt da language of da streets
How dey dirty at night
but disgusting in the day.
I saw men so stricken, them could not wait
till nightfall to steal
How dare u call me stupid
I'm not from ur racist world
I don speak your language!
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