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Sitting on the floor for bout a week I wish I could tour Haven't been begun to seek Heating missiles have a better chance then me Time to switch up the rhyme scheme I've had conversations About dialect rotations And they do not seem to station On us agreeing 23 and me But today it's the real thing This is the track I will drop on my birthday Dead is Self-awareness I shouldn't be so careless I shall craft my poetry to imprint upon the masses I could argue I am at my happiest But the older I get I start to question my happiness (Or lack thereof) I now get less sleep, but you have heard restless Got a goblin on the floor, so my neck bent Never be the GOAT, I don't have enough respect If I am the GOAT, never be like ye his brain left 666 is something I don't mess with 999 is a light I think about at bedtime God Is my prod. I pray to the biblical The One who saves my mental The One who made my dental Don't mean to be preachy but I am spiritual