[Poem: Poppa Yo]
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…And so it is
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You are already one out of a million before you even take your first breath
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Must be your very own personal some kinda
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So keep on…
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And she will let you know daily
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I brought you in, and i will take you out
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But she wont though
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Cause she herself believes that you have your very own personal some kinda
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That you can bless this world with one day and thats fasho
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How the saying goes?
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Mamma knows…
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If you are blessed with dance
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And when you do it, the concrete that holds your feet
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Slides and adjust with your every move as though its tryna keep you afloat just to see what you gone do next…
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That might be your some kinda…
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Keep on with your some kinda music, your some kinda art
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Your seed might be the first president of your kind
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When he or she gets here, dont give up
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Nurture their some kinda
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You may birth the next promoter of world peace
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World please
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And your lives may imitate this art that I have spoken
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And keep on…
