Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
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How cramped am I?
My style, my fervor, my significance,
My desire to live outside my means,
Has kept me here,
Has kept me in these means.
In a place where my
Creativity can't grow
And harness full potential.
I sleep here,
Sloshed in sadness,
Trying to remain incognito
While my cover is blows,
In my own “dojo.”
March 27, 2005
Suge
My style, my fervor, my significance,
My desire to live outside my means,
Has kept me here,
Has kept me in these means.
In a place where my
Creativity can't grow
And harness full potential.
I sleep here,
Sloshed in sadness,
Trying to remain incognito
While my cover is blows,
In my own “dojo.”
March 27, 2005
Suge
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