Grow up, don't do primary colours, its got to be beige
Grin on my face when I read that, still it gave me the blues
But my dreams too strong, what they write feels wrong
A mind to scale the empire state, I'm primal i'm King Kong
Shift my weight I tip the balance my way with no wedge, wage?
Ptsd a symptom of this war, rage, a vet on my 3rd tour
Infatuated with the process, the hustle, mi amor
With an intent to see my progress graphed resembling Moore's law
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