True Emcee

Poem By David Wilson

A true MC holds his ground; he stands strong and preaches the sound. So to those of you who refuse to accept us, leave us to our impossible deeds, the streets is to us, as is history to Thebes, it fulfils us and our needs, to those who claim a change of subject, you've no understanding of the complication of intricacy of flow, and no, that's not contradictory

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