My mind, constantly processing every single detail.
Sometimes I wish I could just pause it.
Applied to almost everything, but won't ever go back to retail.
My being, here, is destined for more.
Me, give up? "Neva." I will not fail.
I've become an angry hustla, tired of being poor.
Control of my intensity.. Intensity.
I'm moving to the city of Angels.... for..
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