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iu
 
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Music hits me so hard
Makes me say "Oh, my Lord
Thank you for blessing me
With a mind to rhyme and two hyped feet"

It feels good when you know you're down
A super dope homeboy from the Oaktown
And I'm known as such
And this is a beat, uh, you can't touch

I told you, homeboy
You can't touch this
Yeah, that's how we livin', and ya know
You can't touch this
 
In many ways I feel like a coyote in the city. Happy at the convenience of resources, but also disoriented, don't belong, none of my skills or instincts are for this place. Residents don't know what to do with me.

It is considered out of place to just want to slink and nap n' hunt and play with puppies and sing into the sunset.

I'd rather be out chasing jackrabbits, finding new night hunting trails when the old ones flood after a good rain.

iu
 
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