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Uh Golden era mind, surrounded by copper Quality I speak on, don't suggest that I'm not equipped In today's new era climate, compound skrilla proper The need to adapt Alone will birth the sense of grind we all discover Within given times of predicament when the seasons elapse Life displaying green on trees will collapse And the winter season's imminent Instincts to accumulate your wins and swerve losses Fight or flight with responses Uh Primal tendencies Elicit proper punishment For power hungry, pussy ass enemies Plot to destroy In the meantime intoxicate your conscience With conscientious dumb shit on the rocks and plan to mock you for choices Beneficial to you as well their stupid ass Planting booby traps, and obstacles And slinging rocks when you're buoyant Toxic and poisonous Yet, they're only bottlenecks Failing all attempts to be obstacles in your plot to victory No concern for what it seems like What is it like? Does real reign? Is respect present in the discussion And for the presence with foreknowledge of what you got for the game? No concern for what it seems like What is it like? Does real reign? Is respect present in the discussion And for the presence with foreknowledge of what you got for the game? Golden era mind, some devoid of conscience, hold principles From places some will never visit but wish to reside Although old souls, I love observing Some I imagine could be miserable and undeserving Days in which we currently stand are of sorts a torture To those who value Necessary guidelines, preserve the culture Uh Return to culture With common ground or least A basic understanding Usurp and disturb the vultures, look Ways to grind could be tied to the climates Ease of access provides a new grind for environments Newest ways known to some as the norm for entire lifetimes And actual paper and pen to write rhymes Organic shit Some will argue the apps dilute the penmanship Craft they say will suffer Without flaws Although I see some truth A provision for room for masterful And well crafted, impactful words Are a form of brawn No concern for what it seems like What is it like? Does real reign? Is respect present in the discussion And for the presence with foreknowledge of what you got for the game? No concern for what it seems like What is it like? Does real reign? Is respect present in the discussion And for the presence with foreknowledge of what you got for the game?
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