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Let's take it back to '05

There was a kid born, his name was me

When he looks them in the eyes

All he sees is envy

All they do is criticize

Say my rhymes are lengthy

Only want one thing in life

Admiration not sycophancy.

They freeze when they read me

Like my head is Versace

But retreat when they need me

Like their song is vivace

All I need is they heed me

Cause their character's wishy-washy

Making deals with the enemy

If they ain't so dodgy

My move's so calculated

Do the math, I'm Fibonacci

My brain is filled with the 0s and the 1s

1 author, 2 critics, 3 poems

5 minutes, 8 comments

13 ghosts, I seek penance

But even the sins too despicable

Like their soul's fill vengeance.

By: Arman Yusuf