Chapter 10

I realized I’m on the grind for the shine the lord saves us all

Sometimes we all crawl people saw they loved ones get shot while making a basket so I gotta ball to they put me in my casket

Twenty four karat gold buy or sell I abundantly do this thing too well

Futuristic being who aint gonna cast no spells who ain’t gonna bail.

Who knows a Darnell we’ve seen the gleam Supreme it seems freedom can be attainable it seems

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