September Seventeenth (A Start For Rap)

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Sleep is for the utterly weak,

Which is why we can never be strong.

If we leave it to the hopelessness,

I'll never be wrong.

I'm paying for the smooth verse,

And not the attention.

So when I'm talking in class,

It's never stuff I should mention.


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