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Heckles and Jeckles try to tear me down
Black winged jeers tell me not to be proud
But my verses are verdant, my flow, amazing
Shout out to the gifts with which I’m endowed
I put in the work putting pen to paper
Truths full grown in the rows I’ve ploughed
I see now my haters were just jealous
My beams pierce their storm clouds
Bullies can’t stand to see anyone shine
Casting off self doubt like a funeral shroud
I crack my neck, unfurl my own wings, knowing
My rhymes stand tall, my rhythm unbowed