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I spit lines from profound minds...
And build empires within the time it takes you to TRY to shine...
I'm not blind - I see the falsity within this art we call poetry,
But what I spit is REALNESS,
just ask those who know me
I don't have to bite rhymes, or the hand that feeds me
But since the game has gone commercial
I feel the people now need me
I'm like the chosen one...
Tha Prodigal One...
God's greatest of many sons
My tongue spills the ink to the heart of my notepad
So my rhymes you can't diminish none...
Within these lines I kick lies a message of morals
From the literary shit that I spit, to the oral
It's a cold world - every nigga for himself up under this sun,
So best believe I don't give a fuck about no nigga, but

Tha Prodigal One...