Im 6ft'1, 2, 3, crossing through a mirror trying to find me, (go figure), i figure...according to mom i can be anything that i want to be, how damaging it would be if we all plan that seed>>>in our seed, instead we feed bullsh*t over lies to our fu*king seed, one leg up hopefully i'll become a fu*king tree, chop me down, cut me up, pass my paper all around, grab a pencil or a pen and please get to writing, learn what you can, and please son no fighting, in the end these devil's only really want one thing...